This World To Me Is Like A

Sweets To The Sweet.

Methinks Sometimes I Have No More Wit Than A Christian.

Thou Hast Not Half That Power To Do Me Harm As I Have To Be Hurt.

A Plague Of Sighing And Grief! It Blows A Man Up Like A Bladder.

Then Is It Sin To Rush Into The Secret House Of Death. Ere Death Dare Come To Us?