Every inch a king -- Meantime we shall express our darker purpose -- Thou, nature, art my goddess -- Now thou art an o without a figure -- O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven! -- Poor Tom / that's something yet: Edgar I nothing am -- O heavens! / if yourselves are old, / make it your cause -- This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen -- He chided as I fathered. / Tom, away -- He that will think to live till he be old, / give me some help! -- But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee, / life would not yield to age -- Humanity must perforce prey on itself, / like monsters of the deep -- O ruined piece of nature, this great world / shall so wear out to naught -- Thou art a soul in bliss, but I am bound / upon a wheel of fire -- Thou art a soul in bliss, but I am bound / upon a wheel of fire -- Men must endure / their going hence even as their coming hither. / ripeness is all -- The gods are just and of our pleasant vices / make instruments to plague us -- We that are young / shall never see so much, nor live so long.