Love Asks Me No Questions, And Gives

By Medicine Life May Be Prolonged, Yet Death Will Seize The Doctor Too.

Here Comes A Man Of Comfort, Whose Advice Hath Often Stilled My Brawling Discontent.

O Shame, Where Is Thy Blush?

Many A Man's Tongue Shakes Out His Master's Undoing.

O, Here Will I Set Up My Everlasting Rest, And Shake The Yoke Of Inauspicious Stars From This World-wearied Flesh. Eyes, Look Your Last! Arms, Take Your Last Embrace! And, Lips, O You The Doors Of Breath, Seal With A Righteous Kiss A Dateless Bargain To Engrossing Death!