1 A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.
2 A Park or Lawn, with a gate leading to the Palace.
3 My young remembrance cannot parallel A fellow to it.
4 A good and virtuous nature may recoil In an imperial charge.
5 A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, And yet I would not sleep.
6 A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap, And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd.
7 On Tuesday last, A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.
8 A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching.
9 Tis call'd the evil: A most miraculous work in this good king; Which often, since my here-remain in England, I have seen him do.
10 But I have spoke With one that saw him die, who did report, That very frankly he confess'd his treasons, Implor'd your Highness' pardon, and set forth A deep repentance.
11 Ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight, ere to black Hecate's summons The shard-born beetle, with his drowsy hums, Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note.
12 With this there grows In my most ill-compos'd affection such A staunchless avarice, that, were I king, I should cut off the nobles for their lands; Desire his jewels, and this other's house: And my more-having would be as a sauce To make me hunger more; that I should forge Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal, Destroying them for wealth.