See Me Safe Up: For In My

It Is Possible To Live For The Next Life And Still Be Merry In This.

On His Mounting The Scaffold To Be Beheaded: 'i Pray You, Master Lieutenant, See Me Safely Up, And For My Coming Down, Let Me Shift For Myself.' To The Executioner: 'pick Up Thy Spirits, Man, And Be Not Afraid To Do Thyne Office; My Neck Is Very Short; Take Heed, Therefore Thou Strike Not Awry, For Saving Of Thyne Honesty.'

Who Does More Earnestly Long For A Change Than He Who Is Uneasy In His Present Circumstances? And Who Run To Create Confusions With So Desperate A Boldness As Those Who Have Nothing To Lose, Hope To Gain By Them?

Whoever Loveth Me, Loveth My Hound.

Yea, Marry, Now It Is Somewhat, For Now It Is Rhyme; Before, It Was Neither Rhyme Nor Reason.