As You Are Old And

Wisdom And Goodness To The Vile Seem Vile; Filths Savour But Themselves.

I Hold Him But A Fool That Will Endanger His Body For A Girl That Loves Him Not.

Go To You Bosom: Knock There, And Ask Your Heart What It Doth Know.

That Skull Had A Tongue In It, And Could Sing Once: How The Knave Jowls It To The Ground, As If It Were Cain's Jaw-bone, That Did The First Murder! It Might Be The Pate Of A Politician, Which This Ass Now O'er-reaches; One That Would Circumvent God, Might It Not?

Hanging And Wiving Goes By Destiny.