O, While You Live, Tell Truth, And

Twas Never Merry World Since Lowly Feigning Was Called Compliment.

Since Brass, Nor Stone, Nor Earth, Nor Boundless Sea, But Bad Mortality O'ersways Their Power, How With This Rage Shall Beauty Hold A Plea, Whose Action Is No Stronger Than A Flower?

O Braggart Vile And Damned Furious Wight!

You Had Measured How Long A Fool You Were Upon The Ground.

Thou And I Are Too Wise To Woo Peaceably.