A Good Wit Will Make

I Profess Not Talking: Only This, Let Each Man Do His Best.

And It Is Very Much Lamented,... That You Have No Such Mirrors As Will Turn Your Hidden Worthiness Into Your Eye That You Might See Your Shadow.

Many A True Word Hath Been Spoken In Jest.

Age, I Do Abhor Thee, Youth, I Do Adore Thee.

How Low Am I, Thou Painted Maypole?