I Have Thrust Myself Into This Maze,

They Have Been At A Great Feast Of Languages, And Stolen The Scraps.

O' Thinkest Thou We Shall Ever Meet Again? I Doubt It Not; And All These Woes Shall Serve For Sweet Discourses In Our Times To Come.

It Is Held That Valor Is The Chiefest Virtue, And Most Dignifies The Haver.

Is He On His Horse? O Happy Horse, To Bear The Weight Of Antony!

Is Not Birth, Beauty, Good Shape, Discourse, Manhood, Learning, Gentleness, Virtue, Youth, Liberality, And Such Like, The Spice And Salt That Season A Man