O, While You Live, Tell Truth, And

For Man Is A Giddy Thing, And This Is My Conclusion.

What Should We Speak Of When We Are Old As You? When We Shall Hear The Rain And Wind Beat Dark December? How, In This Our Pinching Cave, Shall We Discourse The Freezing Hours Away?

It Is Not Enough To Speak, But To Speak Truee

Nature Hath Framed Strange Fellows In Her Time.

O God, O God, How Weary, Stale, Flat, And Unprofitable Seem To Me All The Uses Of This World!