I Begin To Find An Idle And

Foul Fiend Of France And Hag Of All Despite, Encompassed With Thy Lustful Paramours, Becomes It Thee To Taunt His Valiant Age And Twit With Cowardice A Man Half Dead?

Nature Hath Framed Strange Fellows In Her Time.

Why Should We Rise Because 'tis Light? Did We Lie Down Because T'was Night?

Last Scene Of All That Ends This Strange, Eventful History, Is Second Childishness And Mere Oblivion. I Am Sans Teeth, Sans Eyes, Sans Taste, Sans Everything.

Though Yet Of Hamlet Our Dear Brother's Death The Memory Be Green.