Your Bait Of Falsehood Takes

Look Like The Innocent Flower, But Be The Serpent Under It.

I Have Lived Long Enough. My Way Of Life Is To Fall Into The Sere, The Yellow Leaf, And That Which Should Accompany Old Age, As Honor, Love, Obedience, Troops Of Friends I Must Not Look To Have.

Set Honour In One Eye And Death I' The Other, And I Will Look On Both Indifferently.

Good Fortune Then! To Make Me Blest Or Cursed'st Among Men.

O Heaven! That One Might Read The Book Of Fate, And See The Revolution Of The Times.