What Freezings I Have Felt,

Have You Not A Moist Eye, A Dry Hand, A Yellow Cheek, A White Beard, A Decreasing Leg, An Increasing Belly? Is Not Your Voice Broken, Your Wind Short, Your Chin Double, Your Wit Single, And Every Part About You Blasted With Antiquity?

It Is Held That Valor Is The Chiefest Virtue, And Most Dignifies The Haver.

The Leopard Does Not Change His Spots.

Fit For The Mountains And The Barbarous Caves, Where Manners Ne'er Were Preached.

He Shall Spurn Fate, Scorn Death, And Bear His Hopes 'bove Wisdom, Grace And Fear: And You All Know, Security Is Mortals' Chiefest Enemy.