Good Old Grandsire ... We Shall Be

The Amity That Wisdom Knits Not, Folly May Easily Untie.

If She Be Fair And Wise, Fairness And Wit, The One's For Use, The Other Useth It.

Let's Take The Instant By The Forward Top; For We Are Old, And On Our Quick'st Decrees The Inaudible And Noiseless Foot Of Time Steals Ere We Can Effect Them.

The Third Day Comes A Frost, A Killing Frost.

Now, Infidel, I Have You On The Hip!