If Thou Dost Seek To Have What

The Mind Of Guilt Is Full Of Scorpions.

It Is The Bright Day That Brings Forth The Adder, And That Craves Wary Walking.

Pastime Passing Excellent, If It He Husbanded With Modesty.

Why, Friends, You Go To Do You Know Not What: Wherein Hath Caesar Thus Deserved Your Loves? Alas, You Know Not: I Must Tell You Then: You Have Forgot The Will I Told You Of. . . . . Here Is The Will, And Under Caesar's Seal. To Every Roman Citizen He Gives, To Every Several Man, Seventy-five Drachmas. . . . . Moreover, He Hath Left You All His Walks, His Private Arbours And New-planted Orchards, On This Side Tiber; He Hath Left Them You, And To Your Heirs For Ever, Common Pleasures, To Walk Abroad, And Recreate Yourselves. Here Was A Caesar! When Comes Such Another?

The Day Shall Not Be Up So Soon As I, To Try The Fair Adventure Of Tomorrow.