Nice Customs Curtsy To Great Kings.

Tis Our Fast Intent To Shake All Cares And Business From Our Age, Conferring Them On Younger Strengths, While We Unburdened Crawl Toward Death.

Shorten My Days Thou Canst With Sullen Sorrow, And Pluck Nights From Me, But Not Lend A Morrow; Thou Canst Help Time To Furrow Me With Age, But Stop No Wrinkle In His Pilgrimage.

For Brutus Is An Honourable Man; So Are They All, All Honourable Men.

Give Me My Sin Again.

Thou Art A Boil, A Plague Sore, An Embossed Carbuncle In My Corrupted Blood.