Lady, With Me, With Me

How Ill White Hairs Become A Fool And Jester!

Men So Noble, However Faulty, Yet Should Find Respect For What They Have Been: 'tis A Cruelty To Load A Falling Man.

We Must Not Stint Our Necessary Actions In The Fear To Cope Malicious Censurers, Which Ever, As Rav'nous Fishes, Do A Vessel Follow That Is New-trimmed, But Benefit No Further Than Vainly Longing.

In Delay There Lies No Plenty.

How Long A Time Lies In One Little Word?