Could all my travels war

And happy were I in my timely death

But here must end the story of my life$$$

How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!

Ill deeds is doubled with an evil word.

Ay$$$ when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin.

Teach me$$$ dear creature$$$ how to think and speak; Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit$$$ Smother'd in e

Yet this my comfort: when your words are done$$$<br/>
My woes end likewise with the evening sun.

Every why hath a wherefore.

But here must end the story of my life$$$<br/>
And happy were I in my timely death<br/>
Could all my travels warrant me they live.