The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this unsubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind.”
He invites his companions to his cell:
“Where you shall take your rest
For this one night; which (part of it) I’ll waste
With such discourse, as I no doubt, shall make it
Go quick away: the story of my life,
And the particular accidents gone by,