Thou Hast Nor Youth Nor Age But

There Was Never Yet Fair Woman But She Made Mouths In A Glass.

The Blood Of Youth Burns Not With Such Excess As Gravity's Revolt To Wantonness.

For In My Youth I Never Did Apply Hot And Rebellious Liquors In My Blood.

We, Ignorant Of Ourselves, Beg Often Our Own Harms, Which The Wise Powers Deny Us For Our Good; So Find We Profit By Losing Of Our Prayers.

Now, Neighbor Confines, Purge You Of Your Scum! Have You A Ruffian That Will Swear, Drink, Dance, Revel The Night, Rob, Murder, And Commit The Oldest Sins The Newest Kind Of Ways?