Warre is deaths feast.

Warre is deaths feast.

Faithful are the wounds of a friend; but the kisses of an enemy
are deceitful.

Faithful are the wounds of a friend; but the kisses of an enemy
are deceitful.

Passion and shame torment him, and rage is mingled with his
grief.

Passion and shame torment him, and rage is mingled with his
grief.

And what love can do, that does love attempt.

And what love can do, that does love attempt.

And with them words of so sweet breath composed
As made the things more rich.

And with them words of so sweet breath composed
As made the things more rich.

I've reach'd the harbour, Hope and Chance adieu!
You've play'd with me, now play with others too.

I've reach'd the harbour, Hope and Chance adieu!
You've play'd with me, now play with others too.

Every one fastens where there is gaine.

Every one fastens where there is gaine.

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last read more

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.

He that trusts in a lie, shall perish in truth.

He that trusts in a lie, shall perish in truth.