The Tongues Of Dying Men Enforce Attention

Let Life Be Short, Else Shame Will Be Too Long.

Life... Is A Paradise To What We Know Of Death.

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

I Have Unclasp'd To Thee The Book Even Of My Secret Soul.

'sblood, You Starveling, You Elf-skin, You Dried Neat's Tongue, You Bull's Pizzle, You Stock-fish! O For Breath To Utter What Is Like Thee! You Tailor's-yard, You Sheath, You Bowcase; You Vile Standing-tuck!