I Would Give All Of My Fame

Set Honour In One Eye And Death I' The Other, And I Will Look On Both Indifferently.

Some Glory In Their Birth , Some In Their Skill , Some In Their Wealth , Some In Their Bodies' Force , Some In Their Garments, Though New-fangled Ill; Some In Their Hawks And Hounds , Some In Their Horse ; And Every Humor Hath His Adjunct Pleasure , Wherein It Finds A Joy Above The Rest .

O, Where Is Loyalty? If It Be Banished From The Frosty Head, Where Shall It Find A Harbor In The Earth?

I Dote On His Very Absence.

How Low Am I, Thou Painted Maypole?