And He Goes Through Life, His Mouth

I Go, I Go, Look How I Go, Swifter Than An Arrow From A Bow

This Thought Is As A Death.

Be Bloody, Bold, And Resolute; Laugh To Scorn The Power Of Man.

Then Know, That I Have Little Wealth To Lose. A Man I Am, Crossed With Adversity; My Riches Are These Poor Habiliments, Of Which If You Should Here Disfurnish Me, You Take The Sum And Substance That I Have.

Shorten My Days Thou Canst With Sullen Sorrow, And Pluck Nights From Me, But Not Lend A Morrow; Thou Canst Help Time To Furrow Me With Age, But Stop No Wrinkle In His Pilgrimage.