If She Be Not Honest, Chaste, And

Poor Wretches That Depend On Greatness' Favor, Dream As I Have Done; Wake, And Find Nothing.

For In That Sleep Of Death What Dreams May Come.

And Do As Adversaries Do In Law, Strive Mightily, But Eat And Drink As Friends.

Death, That Hath Suck'd The Honey Of Thy Breath Hath Had No Power Yet Upon Thy Beauty.

I Am One, My Liege, Whom The Vile Blows And Buffets Of The World Have So Incensed That I Am Reckless What I Do To Spite The World.