No, Time, Thou Shalt Not Boast That

My Thoughts Are Whirled Like A Potter's Wheel; I Know Not Where I Am Nor What I Do.

You Kiss By Th' Book.

Too Much To Know Is To Know Nought But Fame; And Every Godfather Can Give A Name.

Yet Do I Fear Thy Nature; It Is Too Full O' The Milk Of Human Kindness.

Having My Freedom, Boast Of Nothing Else.