Tis The Times' Plague, When Madmen Lead

Have More Than Thou Showest, Speak Less Than Thou Knowest, Lend Less Than Thou Owest.

What, Man, Defy The Devil. Consider, He's An Enemy To Mankind.

Hopeless And Helpless Doth Egeon Wend, But To Procrastinate His Liveless End.

Fie, Fie Upon Her! There's Language In Her Eye, Her Cheek, Her Lip, Nay, Her Foot Speaks; Her Wanton Spirits Look Out At Every Joint And Motive Of Her Body.

For Man Is A Giddy Thing, And This Is My Conclusion.