Truth Hath A Quiet Breast.

I Am A Great Eater Of Beef, And I Believe That Does Harm To My Wit.

Therefore Was I Created With A Stubborn Outside, With An Aspect Of Iron, That When I Come To Woo Ladies, I Fright Them. But, In Faith, Kate, The Elder I Wax, The Better I Shall Appear. My Comfort Is That Old Age, That Ill Layer-up Of Beauty, Can Do No More Spoil Upon My Face. Thou Hast Me, If Thou Hast Me, At The Worst, And Thou Shalt Wear Me, If Thou Wear Me, Better And Better.

A Tardiness In Nature, Which Often Leaves The History Unspoke, That It Intends To Do.

Shall I Never See A Bachelor Of Three Score Again?

True Hope Is Swift, And Flies With Swallow's Wings.