A Little More Than Kin, And Less

O Villains, Vipers, Dogs, Easily Won To Fawn On Any Man!

I Never Yet Did Hear, That The Bruis'd Heart Was Pierced Through The Ear

He Is Winding The Watch Of His Wit; By And By It Will Strike.

Lord, Lord, How Subject We Old Men Are To This Vice Of Lying!

Age, I Do Abhor Thee, Youth, I Do Adore Thee.