Can I go forward when my heart is here?
Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear
When I was at home I was in a better place
I have lived long enough. My way of life is to fall into the sere, the yellow leaf, and that which should accompany old age, as honor, love, obedience, troops of friends I must not look to have.
Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingredient is a devil.
I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently.