Lay these Bones in an unworthy Urn,
Tombless, with no Remembrance over them.

“If there were a sympathy in choice,War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it…”

“Alas, that they are so!To die even when they to perfection grow!”

“i knew him, Horatio”

“World, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee/ Life w…”