The Wheel Is Come Full Circle.

Look, How This Ring Encompasseth Thy Finger, Even So Thy Breast Encloseth My Poor Heart; Wear Both Of Them, For Both Of Them Are Thine.

But Thought's The Slave Of Life, And Life Time's Fool.

It Is Silliness To Live When To Live Is Torment.

I Do Not Set My Life At A Pin's Fee, And For My Soul, What Can It Do To That, Being A Thing Immortal As Itself?

Awake, Awake, English Nobility! Let Not Sloth Dim Your Horrors New-begot.