Take Pains. Be Perfect.

But I Will Wear My Heart Upon My Sleeve For Daws To Peck At: I Am Not What I Am.

But Thought's The Slave Of Life, And Life Time's Fool.

Our Wills And Fates Do So Contrary Run.

Though Age From Folly Could Not Give Me Freedom, It Does From Childishness.

Children Wish Fathers Looked But With Their Eyes; Fathers That Children With Their Judgment Looked; And Either May Be Wrong.