Away, You Mouldy Rogue, Away!

The Loyalty, Well Held To Fools, Does Make Our Faith Mere Folly.

Each Present Joy Or Sorrow Seems The Chief.

Use Every Man After His Desert, And Who Should Scape Whipping?

Small Herbs Have Grace, Great Weeds Do Grow Apace.

O Excellent! I Love Long Life Better Than Figs.