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.