Strike when thou wilt, the hour of rest, but let my last days be my best.

The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!

Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat.

I show you doubt, to prove that faith exists.

Good to forgive, Best to forget.

Twere too absurd to slight For the hereafter the todays delight!

So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon, Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon!