When Truth Kills Truth, O Devilish Holy

Though Fortune's Malice Overthrow My State, My Mind Exceeds The Compass Of Her Wheel.

I Have Touch'd The Highest Point Of All My Greatness, And From That Full Meridian Of My Glory I Haste Now To My Setting.

What Else May Hap, To Time I Will Commit.

Come, And Take Choice Of All My Library, And So Beguile Thy Sorrow.

And Nothing Is, But What Is Not.