O Gentle Son, Upon The Heat And

Thy Head Is As Full Of Quarrels As An Egg Is Full Of Meat, And Yet Thy Head Hath Been Beaten As Addle As An Egg For Quarrelling.

They Are Sick That Surfeit With Too Much, As They That Starve With Nothing.

He Is Deformed, Crooked, Old And Sere, Ill-faced, Worse Bodied, Shapeless Everywhere; Vicious, Ungentle, Foolish, Blunt, Unkind; Stigmatical In Making, Worse In Mind.

Highly Fed And Lowly Taught.

Modest Wisdom Plucks Me From Over-credulous Haste.