Things Past Redress Are Now With Me

O, I Do Not Like That Paying Back, 'tis A Double Labor.

But Like Of Each Thing That In Season Grows.

Teach Me, Dear Creature, How To Think And Speak; Lay Open To My Earthy-gross Conceit, Smother'd In Errors, Feeble, Shallow, Weak, The Folded Meaning Of Your Words' Deceit.

Time Is Like A Fashionable Host That Slightly Shakes His Parting Guest By The Hand, And With His Arm Outstretch'd, As He Would Fly, Grasps In The Comer.

My Business Was Great, And In Such A Case As Mine A Man May Strain Courtesy.