I Am In Blood Stepp'd In So

Awake, Awake, English Nobility! Let Not Sloth Dim Your Horrors New-begot.

How Art Thou Out Of Breath When Thou Hast Breath To Say To Me That Thou Art Out Of Breath?

Let's Teach Ourselves That Honorable Stop, Not To Outsport Discretion.

Love Laughs At Locksmiths.

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.