Be Not Thy Tongue Thy Own Shame's

Instinct Is A Great Matter. I Was Now A Coward On Instinct.

So Foul And Fair A Day I Have Not Seen.

I Can Counterfeit The Deep Tragedian; Speak And Look Back, And Pry On Every Side, Tremble And Start, At Wagging Of A Straw, Intending Deep Suspicion.

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

Though I Look Old, Yet I Am Strong And Lusty; For In My Youth I Never Did Apply Hot And Rebellious Liquors In My Blood; And Did Not, With Unbashful Forehead, Woo The Means Of Weakness And Debility: Therefore My Age Is As A Lusty Winter, Frosty But Kindly.