Crack'd In Pieces By Malignant Death.

Keep Up Your Bright Swords, For The Dew Will Rust Them.

Cursed Be He That Moves My Bones.

Rude Am I In My Speech, And Little Blessed With The Soft Phrase Of Peace.

He That Plays The King Shall Be Welcome- His Majesty Shall Have Tribute Of Me; The Adventurous Knight Shall Use His Foil And Target; The Lover Shall Not Sigh Gratis; The Humorous Man Shall End His Part In Peace; The Clown Shall Make Those Laugh Whose Lungs Are Tickle O' Th' Sere; And The Lady Shall Say Her Mind Freely, Or The Blank Verse Shall Halt Fort.

Take Her Away; For She Hath Lived Too Long, To Fill The World With Vicious Qualities.