A Breath Thou Art, Servile To All

So Many Horrid Ghosts.

Of All Complexions The Culled Sovereignty Do Meet, As At A Fair, In Her Fair Cheek, Where Several Worthies Make One Dignity, Where Nothing Wants That Want Itself Doth Seek.

Well, I Will Find You Twenty Lascivious Turtles Ere One Chaste Man.

Time Shall Unfold What Plaited Cunning Hides: Who Cover Faults, At Last Shame Them Derides.

He Was A Man, Take Him For All In All, I Shall Not Look Upon His Like Again.