O, Call Back Yesterday, Bid Time Return

So May He Rest, His Faults Lie Gently On Him!

Wise Men Ne'er Sit And Wail Their Woes, But Presently Prevent The Ways To Wail.

I Will Through And Through Cleanse The Foul Body Of Th' Infected World, If They Will Patiently Receive My Medicine.

I'll Be At Charges For A Looking-glass And Entertain A Score Or Two Of Tailors To Study Fashions To Adorn My Body: Since I Am Crept In Favor With Myself, I Will Maintain It With Some Little Cost.

Were't Not For Laughing, I Should Pity Him.