Thou shall not bury me in thy false smiles.
They that in hunting shadows pleasure take,
10May benefit of thy illusion make.
Since thou hast banish'd me from my content
I here pronounce thy final banishment.
Farewell, thou dream of nothing! thou mere voice!
Get thee to fools that can feed fat with noise:
Bid wretches mark'd for death look for reprieve,
Or men broke on the wheel persuade to live.
Henceforth my comfort and best hope shall be,