These words are razors to my wounded heart.

If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, By self-example mayst thou be denied.

For now they kill me with a living death.

It hurts not the tongue to give fair words.

Let me not live, after my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff of younger spirits.

Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me.

So wise so young, they say, do never live long.