So Distribution Should Undo Excess, And Each

Would The Cook Were O' My Mind!

But I Will Be, A Bridegroom In My Death, And Run Into't As To A Lover's Bed.

But It Is A Melancholy Of Mine Own, Compounded Of Many Simples, Extracted From Many Objects, And Indeed The Sundry Contemplation Of My Travels, Which, By Often Rumination, Wraps Me In The Most Humorous Sadness.

Make Use Of Time, Let Not Advantage Slip.

Haste Is Needful In A Desperate Case.