Is She Not Passing Fair?

When Caesar Says, 'do This', It Is Performed.

I Wasted Time, And Now Doth Time Waste Me.

To Bed, To Bed; Sleep Kill Those Pretty Eyes, And Give As Soft Attachment To Thy Senses, As Infants Empty Of All Thought.

Nay Then, Let The Devil Wear Black, For I'll Have A Suit Of Sables.

And Sleep, That Sometime Shuts Up Sorrow's Eye, Steal Me Awhile From Mine Own Company.