Conscience Is A Blushing, Shamefaced Spirit Than

He Is Not Great Who Is Not Greatly Good.

Keep Time! How Sour Sweet Music Is When Time Is Broke And No Proportion Kept! So Is It In The Music Of Men's Lives. I Wasted Time And Now Doth Time Waste Me.

For It Falls Out That What We Have We Prize Not To The Worth Whiles We Enjoy It, But Being Lacked And Lost, Why, Then We Rack The Value, Then We Find The Virtue That Possession Would Not Show Us While It Was Ours.

You Dull Ass Will Not Mend His Pace With Beating.

A Knot You Are Of Damned Bloodsuckers.