The Bitter Past, More Welcome Is The

I Despised My Arrival On This Earth And I Despise My Departure; It Is A Tragedy.

O Sleep! O Gentle Sleep! Nature's Soft Nurse.

For They Are Yet Ear-kissing Arguments.

Keep Time! How Sour Sweet Music Is When Time Is Broke And No Proportion Kept! So Is It In The Music Of Men's Lives. I Wasted Time And Now Doth Time Waste Me.

Death Where Is Thy Sting? Love, Where Is Thy Glory?