Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more.

Tis a cruelty to load a fallen man.

I shall show the cinders of my spirits Through the ashes of my chance.

For to be wise and love exceeds man's might.

Hopeless and helpless doth Egeon wend, But to procrastinate his liveless end.

Then happy I that love and am beloved, where I may not remove nor be removed.

Pray you now, forget and forgive.