Strike up the drum and march courageously.
All live to die, and rise to fall.
Fornication: but that was in another country; And besides, the wench is dead.
That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?
If we say that we have no sin, We deceive ourselves, and there's no truth in us. Why then belike we must sin, And so consequently die. Ay, we must die an everlasting death.