Your Tale, Sir, Would Cure

Thou Know'st 'tis Common; All That Lives Must Die, Passing Through Nature To Eternity.

A Beggar's Book Outworths A Noble's Blood.

Who Is It That Can Tell Me Who I Am?

Death Is My Son-in-law. Death Is My Heir. My Daughter He Hath Wedded. I Will Die, And Leave Him All. Life, Living, All Is Death’s.

Very Good Orators, When They Are Out, They Will Spit; And For Lovers, Lacking--god Warn Us!--matter, The Cleanliest Shift Is To Kiss.