I Wish You All The Joy That

Your Praises Will Become Your Wages.

You May My Glories And My State Depose, But Not My Griefes; Still Am I King Of Those.

In Thy Foul Throat Thou Liest.

No Longer Mourn For Me When I Am Dead Than You Shall Hear The Surly Sullen Bell Give Warning To The World That I Am Fled From This Vile World, With Vilest Worms To Dwell.

Although The Last, Not Least.