All Is Well Ended, If The Suit

Where Hateful Death Put On His Ugliest Mask.

Shall I Never See A Bachelor Of Three Score Again?

Thou Art Sad; Get Thee A Wife, Get Thee A Wife!

Nature, As It Grows Again Toward Earth, Is Fashioned For The Journey, Dull And Heavy.

Some Report A Sea-maid Spawn'd Him; Some That He Was Begot Between Two Stock-fishes. But It Is Certain That When He Makes Water His Urine Is Congealed Ice.