One auspicious, one dropping eye With mirth in funeral and with dirge in birth In equal scale weighing delight and dole Could it came with you? Hidden in your head, intoxicating Nor have you herein barred our better wisdom, Which have freely gone with this affair How could we be so blind? Could I keep my faith? A fault to the dead, a fault against nature Ministers of the plague making night hideous They should swallow us all Could it came with us? I doubt some foul play No it cannot be Peevish opposition Why should we take it to heart? Do we fall in madness? Dead middle of the night We need you to stay sane It is all in your mind