There Is Nothing Serious In

The Readiness Is All.

When A Wise Man Gives Thee Better Counsel, Give Me Mine Again.

How Much More Doth Beauty Beauteous Seem By That Sweet Ornament Which Truth Doth Give!

Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbled Shore, So Do Our Minutes Hasten To Their End; Each Changing Place With That Which Goes Before, In Sequent Toil All Forwards Do Contend.

Virtue Itself Turns Vice, Being Misapplied, And Vice Sometime By Action Dignified.