What Is Light, If Sylvia Be Not

All Men's Faces Are True, Whatsome'er Their Hands Are.

And Sleep, That Sometime Shuts Up Sorrow's Eye, Steal Me Awhile From Mine Own Company.

Discuss Unto Me: Art Thou Officer, Or Art Thou Base, Common, And Popular?

What, Man, Defy The Devil. Consider, He's An Enemy To Mankind.

Farewell, Good Salisbury, And Good Luck Go With Thee!