"I 'oft lay awake in wonder whether 'tis better I had died in mine own time and forever sleep, than to be here in this place of which whom pilgrim dare not trespass nor brave strongly tread. Ay me, 'tis thought that brings dread soliloquy tis thought that breaches water clear and waning moon. Oh waxing light forgive mine trespass. That mine thoughts be purged and with it, e'er the sun."














