Men From Children Nothing Differ.

These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends.

To Show Our Simple Skill, That Is The True Beginning Of Our End.

Though I Look Old, Yet I Am Strong And Lusty; For In My Youth I Never Did Apply Hot And Rebellious Liquors In My Blood; And Did Not, With Unbashful Forehead, Woo The Means Of Weakness And Debility: Therefore My Age Is As A Lusty Winter, Frosty But Kindly.

O' What May Man Within Him Hide, Though Angel On The Outward Side!

And Flights Of Angels Sing Thee To Thy Rest!