What's Done Cannot Be Undone. To Bed,

Well, If Fortune Be A Woman, She's A Good Wench For This Gear.

That Which I Would Discover The Law Of Friendship Bids Me To Conceal.

If We Shadows Have Offended, Think But This, And All Is Mended, That You Have But Slumber'd Here While These Visions Did Appear.

Discuss Unto Me: Art Thou Officer, Or Art Thou Base, Common, And Popular?

And Send Him Many Years Of Sunshine Days!