He Must Needs Go That

When I Was At Home I Was In A Better Place

Honor, Riches, Marriage-blessing Long Continuance, And Increasing, Hourly Joys Be Still Upon You!

He Uses His Folly Like A Stalking-horse, And Under The Presentation Of That He Shoots His Wit.

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

To Pore Upon A Book, To Seek The Light Of Truth.