Every inch a king --
Meantime we shall express our darker purpose --
Thou, nature, art my goddess --
Now thou art an o without a figure --
O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven! --
Poor Tom / that's something yet: Edgar I nothing am --
O heavens! / if yourselves are old, / make it your cause --
This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen --
He chided as I fathered. / Tom, away --
He that will think to live till he be old, / give me some help! --
But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee, / life would not yield to age --
Humanity must perforce prey on itself, / like monsters of the deep --
O ruined piece of nature, this great world / shall so wear out to naught --
Thou art a soul in bliss, but I am bound / upon a wheel of fire --
Thou art a soul in bliss, but I am bound / upon a wheel of fire --
Men must endure / their going hence even as their coming hither. / ripeness is all --
The gods are just and of our pleasant vices / make instruments to plague us --
We that are young / shall never see so much, nor live so long.