Nice customs curtsy to great kings.
Hopeless and helpless doth Egeon wend, But to procrastinate his liveless end.
I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love And sing them loud even in the dead of night.
I have a kind soul that would give you thanks. And knows not how to do it but with tears.
The world must be peopled!