It Is An Art To Have So

That Old Bald Cheater, Time.

Were Guilt Is, Rage And Courage Doth Abound.

Folly Often Goes Beyond Her Bounds, But Impudence Knows None.

Whom The Disease Of Talking Still Once Posses-seth, He Can Never Hold His Peace.

Minds That Are Great And Free, Should Not On Fortune Pause: 'tis Crown Enough To Virtue Still, Her Own Applause.