Wine Loved I Deeply, Dice Dearly.

There Are Occasions And Causes, Why And Wherefore In All Things.

Those That Much Covet Are With Gain So Fond, For What They Have Not, That Which They Possess They Scatter And Unloose It From Their Bond, And So, By Hoping More, They Have But Less; Or, Gaining More, The Profit Of Excess Is But To Surfeit, And Such Griefs Sustain, That They Prove Bankrupt In This Poor-rich Gain.

From This Time Forth My Thoughts Be Bloody, Or Be Nothing Worth!

So Many Horrid Ghosts.

Woe, Destruction, Ruin, And Decay; The Worst Is Death And Death Will Have His Day.