Better A Witty Fool Than A Foolish

This Music Crept By Me Upon The Waters, Allaying Both Their Fury And My Passion With Its Sweet Air: Thence I Have Follow’d It.

Ay, When Fowls Have No Feathers And Fish Have No Fin.

Let Every Man Be Master Of His Time.

You Must Confine Yourself Within The Modest Limits Of Order.

It Is That Fery Person For All The Orld, As Just As You Will Desire; And Seven Hundred Pounds Of Moneys, And Gold, And Silver, Is Her Grandsire Upon His Death's-bed-got Deliver To A Joyful Resurrections!