Downy Sleep, Death's Counterfeit.

I Have Trod A Measure, I Have Flattered A Lady, I Have Been Politic With My Friend, Smooth With Mine Enemy.

Thou Art All The Comfort, The Gods Will Diet Me With.

True Hope Is Swift, And Flies With Swallow's Wings.

Four Days Will Quickly Steep Themselves In Nights; Four Nights Will Quickly Dream Away The Time; And Then The Moon, Like To A Silver Bow New Bent In Heaven, Shall Behold The Night Of Our Solemnities.

All His Successors Gone Before Him Have Done 't; And All His Ancestors That Come After Him May.