The Heavens Forbid But That

For Youth No Less Becomes The Light And Careless Livery That It Wears, Than Settled Age His Sables, And His Weeds Importing Health And Graveness.

How Many Cowards Whose Hearts Are All As False As Stairs Of Sand, Wear Yet Upon Their Chins The Beards Of Hercules And Frowning Mars, Who Inward Searched, Have Livers White As Milk!

Ay, Is It Not A Language I Speak?

And To The English Court Assemble Now, From Every Region, Apes Of Idleness!

For Mine Own Part, It Was Greek To Me.