The longer that I live, The more offence doth flow; The more offence I give, The more account I owe. The more account I make, The harder it will be, Wherefore to live my heart doth shake, Death is a gain to me.
The longer that I live, The more offence doth flow; The more offence I give, The more account I owe. The more account I make, The harder it will be, Wherefore to live my heart doth shake, Death is a gain to me.