I May Neither Choose Who I Would,

No Reckoning Made, But Sent To My Account With All My Imperfections On My Head.

Pray, Do Not Mock Me. I Am A Very Foolish Fond Old Man, Fourscore And Upward, Not An Hour More Nor Less; And, To Deal Plainly, I Fear I Am Not In My Perfect Mind.

Though Justice Be Thy Plea Consider This, That In The Course Of Justice None Of Us Should See Salvation.

He That Is Thy Friend Indeed, He Will Help You In Your Need.

He That Filches From Me My Good Name Robs Me Of That Which Enriches Him And Makes Me Poor Indeed.