Out, Out, Brief Candle! Life's But A

For Naught So Vile That On The Earth Doth Live But To The Earth Some Special Good Doth Give.

Be Like You Thought Our Love Would Last Too Long, If It Were Chain'd Together

Love, Therefore, And Tongue-tied Simplicity In Least Speak Most, To My Capacity.

My Conscience Hath A Thousand Several Tongues, And Every Tongue Brings In A Several Tale, And Every Tale Condemns Me For A Villain. Perjury, Perjury, In The High'st Degree; Murder, Stern Murder In The Dir'st Degree, Throng To The Bar, Crying All, 'guilty!, Guilty!

The Soul Of This Man Is His Clothes.