Thanks, Sir; All The Rest Is Mute.

This Fell Sergeant, Death, Is Strict In His Arrest.

Sick In The World's Regard, Wretched And Low.

Send Danger From The East Unto The West, So Honor Cross It From The North To South.

Faith, There Hath Been Many Great Men That Have Flattered The People Who Ne'er Loved Them.

The Urging Of That Word, Judgment, Hath Bred A Kind Of Remorse In Me.