Rude Am I In My Speech, And

There's Neither Honesty, Manhood, Nor Good Fellowship In Thee.

Thou Know'st 'tis Common; All That Lives Must Die, Passing Through Nature To Eternity.

If Yon Bethink Yourself Of Any Crime Unreconcil'd As Yet To Heaven And Grace, Solicit For It Straight.

Give Me A Bowl Of Wine, In This I Bury All Unkindness.

Conceit In Weakest Bodies Works The Strongest.