All The World Is A

O, How Wretched Is That Poor Man That Hangs On Princes' Favors.

Aand In The End, Having My Freedom, Boast Of Nothing Else But That I Was A Journeyman To Grief?

Words Pay No Debts, Give Her Deeds.

Contention, Like A Horse, Full Of High Feeding, Madly Hath Broke Loose, And Bears Down All Before Him.

Keep Thy Friend Under Thy Own Life's Key.