Muster Your Wits; Stand In

Experience Is By Industry Achieved, And Perfected By The Swift Course Of Time.

Some Rise By Sin, And Some By Virtue Fall.

O, My Lord, You Said That Idle Weeds Are Fast In Growth: The Prince My Brother Hath Outgrown Me Far.

Most Subject Is The Fattest Soil To Weeds.

For Now I Stand As One Upon A Rock Environed With A Wilderness Of Sea, Who Marks The Waxing Tide Grow Wave By Wave, Expecting Ever When Some Envious Surge Will In His Brinish Bowels Swallow Him.