Mine eyes, and yea too mine ears doth cause me much pain to read yon prattle...In truth, none but the most learn'd knoweth then to speaketh fair language...
Grieved am I, Lo' mine heart doth wither anon...nigh is the hour of mine demise...*cough cough*
Alas! the light dimmeth e'er so...wondrous now art mine senses...for now is the moment so close to death's door that I shouldst feel life anew...*cough cough*