Plain And Not Honest Is Too Harsh

Dost Thou Love Hawking? Thou Hast Hawks Will Soar Above The Morning Lark.

Let The Doors Be Shut Upon Him, That He May Play The Fool No Where But In's Own House.

Some There Be That Shadows Kiss; Such Have But A Shadow's Bliss.

Vanity Keeps Persons In Favor With Themselves Who Are Out Of Favor With All Others.

How Now, Wit! Whither Wander You?