Our Holy Lives Must Win A New

I'll Give My Jewels For A Set Of Beads, My Gorgeous Palace For A Hermitage, My Gay Apparel For An Almsman's Gown, My Figured Goblets For A Dish Of Wood, My Scepter For A Palmer's Walking Staff My Subjects For A Pair Of Carved Saints And My Large Kingdom For A Little Grave.

Farewell The Tranquil Mind! Farewell Content! Farewell The Plumed Troops, And The Big Wars That Make Ambition Virtue.

I'll Be At Charges For A Looking-glass And Entertain A Score Or Two Of Tailors To Study Fashions To Adorn My Body: Since I Am Crept In Favor With Myself, I Will Maintain It With Some Little Cost.

What Thing, In Honor, Had My Father Lost, That Need To Be Revived And Breathed In Me?

You See Me Here, You Gods, A Poor Old Man, As Full Of Grief As Age; Wretched In Both.