In here is a tragedy, 
Art thou player or audience? 
Be as it may, the end doth remain:
All go on only toward death.
The first word at thy left hand, 
false lunacy a madly dancing man
Hearing unhearable words, drawn to a beloved's grave.
And there, mayhap, [bad word] madness at last.
As did this one playing death find [bad word] death at last
Killing a nameless lover, 
She peirced a heart rent by sorrow.
Douth lie invite [bad word]  
Douth verity but wear the mask of falsehood? 
Ah, thou pityful, 
Thou miserable ones. Still admist lies, 
Though the [bad word] not, 
Wherefore yern for death? 
Will thou attend to thy beloved? 
 [bad word] and lies
Life and death
The game of turning white to black, 
And black to white