Do Not Cast Away An Honest Man

Love Moderately; Long Love Doth So; Too Swift Arrives As Tardy As Too Slow.

Tomorrow, And Tomorrow, And Tomorrow,creeps In This Petty Pace From Day To Day

To Bed, To Bed; Sleep Kill Those Pretty Eyes, And Give As Soft Attachment To Thy Senses, As Infants Empty Of All Thought.

Hadst Thou No Poison Mixed, No Sharp-ground Knife, No Sudden Mean Of Death, Though Ne'er So Mean, But 'banished' To Kill Me--'banished'? O Friar, The Damned Use That Word In Hell; Howling Attends It! How Hast Thou The Heart, Being A Divine, A Ghostly Confessor, A Sin-absolver, And My Friend Professed, To Mangle Me With That Word 'banished'?

The Web Of Our Life Is Of A Mingled Yarn, Good And Ill Together.