Still It Cried ‘sleep No More!’ To

Love Is Blind, It Stops Lovers Seeing The Silly Things They Do.

Let The Galled Jade Wince; Our Withers Are Unwrung.

People’s Good Deeds We Write In Water. The Evil Deeds Are Etched In Brass.

How Can Tyrants Safely Govern Home, Unless Abroad They Purchase Great Alliance.

No Longer Mourn For Me When I Am Dead Than You Shall Hear The Surly Sullen Bell Give Warning To The World That I Am Fled From This Vile World With Vilest Worms To Dwell: Nay, If You Read This Line, Remember Not The Hand That Writ It, For I Love You So, That I In Your Sweet Thoughts Would Be Forgot, If Thinking On Me Then Should Make You Woe. O! If, I Say, You Look Upon This Verse When I Perhaps Compounded Am With Clay, Do Not So Much As My Poor Name Rehearse; But Let Your Love Even With My Life Decay; Lest The Wise World Should Look Into Your Moan, And Mock You With Me After I Am Gone.