Well, Every One Can Master A Grief

What Should A Man Do But Be Merry? For Look You How Cheerfully My Mother Looks, And My Father Died Within's Two Hours.

Tis In My Memory Lock'd, And You Yourself Shall Keep The Key Of It.

This Rudeness Is A Sauce To His Good Wit, Which Gives Men Stomach To Digest His Words With Better Appetite.

Thy Best Of Rest Is Sleep, And That Thou Oft Provok'st; Yet Grossly Fear'st Thy Death, Which Is No More.

Unnatural Deeds Do Breed Unnatural Troubles.