Wise Men Never Sit And Wail Their

Come, And Take Choice Of All My Library, And So Beguile Thy Sorrow.

Who Finds The Heifer Dead And Bleeding Fresh And Sees Fast-by A Butcher With An Axe, But Will Suspect 'twas He That Made The Slaughter?

Now See That Noble And Most Sovereign Reason, Like Sweet Bells Jangled, Out Of Tune And Harsh.

Still Constant Is A Wondrous Excellence.

So Curses All Eve's Daughters Of What Complexion Soever.