For To Be Wise And

There Is Plenty Of Time To Sleep In The Grave

Go, Write It In A Martial Hand; Be Curst And Brief; It Is No Matter How Witty, So It Be Eloquent And Fun Of Invention: Taunt Him With The Licence Of Ink: If Thou Thou'st Him Some Thrice, It Shall Not Be Amiss; And As Many Lies As Will Lie In Thy Shee.

This Is His Uncle's Teaching, This Worcester, Malevolent To You In All Aspects, Which Makes Him Prune Himself And Bristle Up The Crest Of Youth Against Your Dignity.

I Can Hardly Forbear Hurling Things At Him.

I Must Be Cruel Only To Be Kind; Thus Bad Begins, And Worse Remains Behind.