They Are But Beggars That Can Count

I Would There Were No Age Between Sixteen And Three-and-twenty, Or That Youth Would Sleep Out The Rest; For There Is Nothing In The Between But Getting Wenches With Child, Wronging The Ancientry, Stealing, Fighting

Be Not Afraid Of Greatness.

I, Thus Neglecting Worldly Ends, All Dedicated To Closeness And The Bettering Of My Mind.

Of One That Lov'd Not Wisely But Too Well.

Better Three Hours Too Soon, Than One Hour To Late.