You tell a tale to a dead man.

You tell a tale to a dead man.

Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man
Still to remember wrongs?

Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man
Still to remember wrongs?

This is the real secret of all that indignation.

This is the real secret of all that indignation.

There is room left also for several to bring their friends.

There is room left also for several to bring their friends.

He that sings on friday, will weepe on Sunday.

He that sings on friday, will weepe on Sunday.

So many men in Court and so many strangers.

So many men in Court and so many strangers.

At Length the Fox turnes Monk.

At Length the Fox turnes Monk.

Cruelty is more cruell, if we defer the pain.

Cruelty is more cruell, if we defer the pain.

Each day that fate adds to your life, put down as so much gain.

Each day that fate adds to your life, put down as so much gain.