Speak The Speech, I Pray You, As

In Brief, Sir, Study What You Most Affect.

O Horror! Horror! Horror! Tongue Nor Heart Cannot Conceive Nor Name Thee!

No, No, I Am But Shadow Of Myself: You Are Deceived, My Substance Is Not Here.

... The Spring, The Summer, The Chilling Autumn, Angry Winter, Change Their Wonted Liveries; And The Mazed World By Their Increase, Now Knows Not Which Is Which.

... And Death Unloads Thee.