Thy Wit Is A Very Bitter Sweeting;

O Sleep! O Gentle Sleep! Nature's Soft Nurse.

Farewell, Fair Cruelty.

Hopeless And Helpless Doth Egeon Wend, But To Procrastinate His Liveless End.

The Trust I Have Is In Mine Innocence, And Therefore Am I Bold And Resolute.

I Have Lived Long Enough. My Way Of Life Is To Fall Into The Sere, The Yellow Leaf, And That Which Should Accompany Old Age, As Honor, Love, Obedience, Troops Of Friends I Must Not Look To Have.