To Beguile The Time, Look Like The

Read O'er This And After, This, And Then To Breakfast With What Appetite You Have.

Do You Set Down Your Name In The Scroll Of Youth, That Are Written Down Old With All The Characters Of Age?

For My Part, I May Speak It To My Shame, I Have A Truant Been To Chivalry; And So I Hear He Doth Account Me Too.

Many That Are Not Mad Have, Sure, More Lack Of Reason.

No Man Means Evil But The Devil, And We Shall Know Him By His Horns.