1 And of all Christian souls, I pray God.
2 God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
3 Fore God, my lord, well spoken, with good accent and good discretion.
4 Why, As by lot, God wot, and then, you know, It came to pass, as most like it was.
5 Pray God your voice, like a piece of uncurrent gold, be not cracked within the ring.
6 Before my God, I might not this believe Without the sensible and true avouch Of mine own eyes.
7 You jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nickname God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance.
8 O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
9 So, gentlemen, With all my love I do commend me to you; And what so poor a man as Hamlet is May do t'express his love and friending to you, God willing, shall not lack.
10 I have heard The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day; and at his warning, Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, Th'extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine.
11 See what a grace was seated on this brow, Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command, A station like the herald Mercury New lighted on a heaven-kissing hill: A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man.