Downy sleep, death's counterfeit.

So may he rest, his faults lie gently on him!

In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility.

No longer mourn for me when I am dead than you shall hear the surly sullen bell give warning to the world that I am fled from this vile world with vilest worms to dwell: nay, if you read this line, remember not the hand that writ it, for I love you so, that I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, if thinking on me then should make you woe. O! if, I say, you look upon this verse when I perhaps compounded am with clay, do not so much as my poor name rehearse; but let your love even with my life decay; lest the wise world should look into your moan, and mock you with me after I am gone.

Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou wilt appear, Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.

First Witch He knows thy thought: Hear his speech, but say thou nought.

I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness, And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting.