Despair and die.

The ghosts

“So we grew together,Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,But yet an union in…”

“There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.”

“Dost think because thou art virtuous there shall be no more cakes and ale?" (Tw…”

“Come away, come away, Death,And in sad cypress let me be laid;Fly away, fly awa…”