This is my play's last scene, here heavens appoint / My pilgrimage's last mile.

The SCLC draft has a whole mile of good intentions.

How in the heavens do you know that?

For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.

...but come bad chance
And wee joyne to it our strength
And wee teach it art and length
It selfe o'er us to advance.