On Rumor's Tongue Continual Slanders

Let Life Be Short, Else Shame Will Be Too Long.

For Many Men That Stumble At The Threshold Are Well Foretold That Danger Lurks Within.

Why, What Should Be The Fear? I Do Not Set My Life At A Pin's Fee.

Where The Bee Sucks, There Suck I In The Cow-slip's Bell I Lie There I Couch When Owls Do Cry

It Is Meant That Noble Minds Keep Ever With Their Likes; For Who So Firm That Cannot Be Seduced.