No, Time, Thou Shalt Not Boast That

For Love, Thou Know'st, Is Full Of Jealousy

Come My Spade. There Is No Ancient Gentlemen But Gardeners, Ditchers, And Grave-makers; They Hold Up Adam's Profession.

Conceit In Weakest Bodies Works The Strongest.

He Is The Half Part Of A Blessed Man, Left To Be Finished By Such As She; And She A Fair Divided Excellence, Whose Fullness Of Perfection Lies In Him.

To Beguile The Time, Look Like The Time.