O Madam, My Old Heart Is Cracked,

Farewell! A Long Farewell To All My Greatness!

Take Physic, Pomp; Expose Thyself To Feel What Wretches Feel, That Thou Mayst Shake The Superflux To Them And Show The Heavens More Just.

Scarce Can I Speak, My Choler Is So Great. Oh! I Could Hew Up Rocks, And Fight With Flint.

So Will I Turn Her Virtue Into Pitch, And Out Of Her Own Goodness Make The Net That Shall Enmesh Them All.

Faith, There Hath Been Many Great Men That Have Flattered The People Who Ne'er Loved Them.