This Bud Of Love, By

He Wears The Rose Of Youth Upon Him.

Presume Not That I Am The Thing I Was.

Celebrity Is Never More Admired Than By The Negligent.

The Time Of Life Is Short; To Spend That Shortness Basely Were Too Long.

If I Shall Be Condemned Upon Surmises, All Proofs Sleeping Else But What Your Jealousies Awake, I Tell You 'tis Rigor And Not Law.