Jigging Veins Of Rhyming Mother Wits.

My Men Like Satyrs Grazing On The Lawns, / Shall With Their Goat-feet Dance An Antic Hay.

We Control Fifty Percent Of A Relationship. We Influence One Hundred Percent Of It.

He That Loves Pleasure Must For Pleasure Fall.

Fools That Will Laugh On Earth, Most Weep In Hell.

Time Doth Run With Calm And Silent Foot, Shortening My Days And Thread Of Vital Life.