Beggar That I Am, I Am Even

A Fellow By The Hand Of Nature Mark'd, Quoted, And Sign'd, To Do A Deed Of Shame.

Death, As The Psalmist Saith, Is Certain To All, All Shall Die.

Anger Is Like A Full Hot Horse, Who Being Allowed His Way, Self-mettle Tires Him.

His Words Are Bonds, His Oaths Are Oracles; His Love Sincere, His Thoughts Immaculate; His Tears Pure Messengers Sent From His Heart; His Heart As Far From Fraud, As Heaven From Earth

To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old, For As You Were When First Your Eye I Ey'd, Such Seems Your Beauty Still.