Dead we become the lumber of the world.
Since 'tis Nature's law to change, Constancy alone is strange.
Custom does often reason overrule.
Born to myself, I like myself alone.
God bless our good and gracious King, Whose promise none relies on; Who never said a foolish thing, Nor ever did a wise one.
To pick out the wildest and most fantastical odd man alive, and to place your kindness there, is an act so brave and daring as will show the greatness of your spirit and distinguish you in love, as you are in all things else, from womankind.