I Say, Without Characters, Fame Lives Long.

Un-thread The Rude Eye Of Rebellion, And Welcome Home Again Discarded Faith.

Is There No Pity Sitting In The Clouds, That Sees Into The Bottom Of My Grief?

Our Wills And Fates Do So Contrary Run, That Our Devices Still Are Overthrown; Our Thoughts Are Ours, Their Ends None Of Our Own.

So Loving To My Mother, That He Might Not Beteem The Winds Of Heaven, Visit Her Face' Too Roughly.

It Is Held That Valor Is The Chiefest Virtue, And Most Dignifies The Haver.