Host Of Heaven Iambic

O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? 11 beats
And shall I couple hell? Oh, fie! Hold, my heart, 11 beats

And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, 10 beats

But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee! 10 beats

Ay, thou poor ghost, whiles memory holds a seat  11

In this distracted globe. Remember thee! 11

Yea, from the table of my memory 10

I’ll wipe away all trivial fond records, 11

All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past 10

That youth and observation copied there, 10

And thy commandment all alone shall live 10

Within the book and volume of my brain, 10

Unmixed with baser matter. Yes, by heaven! 11

O most pernicious woman! 7

O villain, villain, smiling, damnèd villain! 11

My tables!—Meet it is I set it down 10

That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain. 11

At least I’m sure it may be so in Denmark. 11 (writes)

So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word. 10
It is adieu! Remember me. 8
I have sworn't. 3