...lest Too Light Winning Make The Prize

Give Every Man Thine Ear, But Few Thy Voice; Take Each Man's Censure, But Reserve Thy Judgment.

We Have Some Salt Of Our Youth In Us.

Let's Take The Instant By The Forward Top; For We Are Old, And On Our Quick'st Decrees The Inaudible And Noiseless Foot Of Time Steals Ere We Can Effect Them.

He That Keeps Not Crust Nor Crum Weary Of All, Shall Want Some.

Look Like The Innocent Flower, But Be The Serpent Under It.