Thus With A Kiss I Die

Look How The World's Poor People Are Amazed At Apparitions, Signs And Prodigies!

Smooth Runs The Water Where The Brook Is Deep.

To Bed, To Bed; Sleep Kill Those Pretty Eyes, And Give As Soft Attachment To Thy Senses, As Infants Empty Of All Thought.

That But This Blow Might Be The Be-all And The End-all Here, But Here, Upon This Bank And Shoal Of Time, We'ld Jump The Life To Come.

But Since The Affairs Of Men Rests Still Incertain, Let's Reason With The Worst That May Befall.