I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world; And, for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it. Yet I'll hammer it out.

There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Good name in man and woman is the immediate jewel of their souls.

You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both.

So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being seasoned with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament? There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.

So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men.