To Be Direct And Honest Is Not

Past And To Come, Seems Best; Things Present, Worse.

Bow, Stubborn Knees, And, Heart With Strings Of Steel, Be Soft As Sinews Of The New-born Babe. All Many Be Well.

Tis In Ourselves That We Are Thus, Or Thus.

Silence Is Only Commendable In A Neat's Tongue Dried, And A Maid Not Vendible.

[s]ince Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit, And Tediousness The Limbs And Outward Flourishes, I Will Be Brief.