Death-counterfeiting Sleep.

But As The Unthought-on Accident Is Guilty To What We Wildly Do, So We Profess Ourselves To Be The Slaves Of Chance, And Flies Of Every Wind That Blows.

Throw Physic To The Dogs; I'll None Of It.

Delay Leads Impotent And Snail-paced Beggary.

A Fellow By The Hand Of Nature Mark'd, Quoted, And Sign'd, To Do A Deed Of Shame.

He Was Not So Much Brain As Earwax