Receive What Cheer You May. The Night

All Days Are Nights To See Till I See Thee, And Nights Bright Days When Dreams Do Show Thee Me.

There Is No Slander In An Allowed Fool, Though He Do Nothing But Rail.

Remember Thee! Ay, Thou Poor Ghost, While Memory Holds A Seat In This Distracted Globe.

Go Hang Yourself, You Naughty Mocking Uncle!

What Fates Impose, That Men Must Needs Abide; It Boots Not To Resist Both Wind And Tide.