Just Death, Kind Umpire Of Men's Miseries.

And How His Audit Stands Who Knows, Save Heaven?

What A Piece Of Work Is A Man, How Noble In Reason, How Infinite In Faculties, In Form And Moving How Express And Admirable, In Action How Like An Angel, In Apprehension How Like A God.

O Ceremony, Show Me But Thy Worth? What Is Thy Soul Of Adoration? Art Thou Aught Else But Place, Degree, And Form, Creating Awe And Fear In Other Men?

Full Oft We See Cold Wisdom Waiting On Superfluous Folly.

Now No Way Can I Stray; Save Back To England, All The World's My Way.