Tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age, Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburdened crawl toward death.
The quality of nothing hath not such need to hide itself
Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.
Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.
To sue to live, I find I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life: let it come on.
In right and service to their noble country.