... And Death Unloads Thee.

All Dark And Comfortless.

They Were Devils Incarnate.

His Forward Voice Now Is To Speak Well Of His Friend. His Backward Voice Is To Utter Foul Speeches And To Detract.

Being Of No Power To Make His Wishes Good: His Promises Fly So Beyond His State That What He Speaks Is All In Debt; He Owes For Every Word.

I, Thus Neglecting Worldly Ends, All Dedicated To Closeness And The Bettering Of My Mind.