What A Fool Honesty Is.

For Precious Friends Hid In Death's Dateless Night.

By Heaven, I'll Make A Ghost Of Him That Lets Me.

But Say, My Lord, It Were Not Regist'red, Methinks The Truth Should Live From Age To Age, As 'twere Retailed To All Posterity, Even To The General All-ending Day.

Though Yet Of Hamlet Our Dear Brother's Death The Memory Be Green.

I Thank God I Am As Honest As Any Man Living That Is An Old Man And No Honester Than I.