The Poor World Is Almost Six Thousand

All Things Are Ready, If Our Mind Be So.

There Are Occasions And Causes, Why And Wherefore In All Things.

Thus Play I In One Person Many People, And None Contented: Sometimes Am I King; Then Treasons Make Me Wish Myself A Beggar, And So I Am: Then Crushing Penury Persuades Me I Was Better When A King; Then Am I King'd Again: And By And By Think That I Am Unking'd By Bolingbroke, And Straight Am Nothing: But Whate'er I Be, Nor I Nor Any Man That But Man Is With Nothing Shall Be Pleased, Till He Be Eased With Being Nothing.

Small Herbs Have Grace, Great Weeds Do Grow Apace.

Evermore Thanks, The Exchequer Of The Poor