Speak me fair in death.
But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot? Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not.
Speak comfortable words.
Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles.
'Twas merry when You wagered on your angling, when your diver Did hang a salt fish on his hook, which he With fervency drew up.
However wickedness outstrips men, it has no wings to fly from God.