But Men May Construe Things After Their

This Most Excellent Canopy, The Air, Look You, This Brave O-erhanging Firmament, This Majestical Roof Fretted With Golden Fire.

Tis Gold Which Buys Admittance--oft It Doth--yea, And Makes Diana's Rangers False Themselves, Yield Up This Deer To Th' Stand O' Th' Stealer: And 'tis Gold Which Makes The True Man Kill'd And Saves The Thief, Nay, Sometimes Hangs Both Thief And True Man.

Let Not The World See Fear And Sad Distrust Govern The Motion Of A Kingly Eye.

I Must Be Gone And Live, Or Stay And Die.

Thus With A Kiss I Die