Small To Greater Matters Must Give Way.

Thanks, Sir; All The Rest Is Mute.

Who Buys A Minute's Mirth To Wail A Week? Or Sell Eternity To Get A Toy? For One Grape Who Will The Vine Destroy?

For Youth No Less Becomes The Light And Careless Livery That It Wears, Than Settled Age His Sables, And His Weeds Importing Health And Graveness.

Well, God Give Them Wisdom That Have It; And Those That Are Fools, Let Them Use Their Talents.

Wilt Thou Whip Thine Own Faults In Other Men?