Were Guilt Is, Rage And Courage Doth

That Old Bald Cheater, Time.

I Have Been At My Book; And Am Now Past The Craggy Paths Of Study, And Come To The Flowery Plains Of Honour And Reputation

Of All Wild Beasts Preserve Me From A Tyrant; And Of All Tame A Flatterer.

For Whose Sake, Henceforth, All His Vows Be Such, As What He Loves May Never Like Too Much.

He That Departs With His Own Honesty For Vulgar , Doth It Too Dearly Buy.