You take my life when you do take the means whereby I live
Fight to the last gasp.
I dreamt my lady came and found me dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And breathed such life with kisses in my lips That I revived and was an emperor.
Thou art a very ragged Wart.
The old folk, time's doting chronicles.
Live in thy shame, but die not shame with thee!