What Time Hath Scanted Men In Hair,

Pardon, Gentles All, The Flat Unraised Spirits That Have Dared On This Unworthy Scaffold To Bring Forth So Great An Object.

God Bless Thee; And Put Meekness In Thy Breast, Love, Charity, Obedience, And True Duty!

How Soar Sweet Music Is, When Time Is Broke, And No Proportion Kept!

A Noble Shalt Thou Have, And Present Pay; And Liquor Likewise Will I Give To Thee, And Friendship Shall Combine, And Brotherhood.

If He Be So Resolved, I Can O'ersway Him; For He Loves To Hear That Unicorns May Be Betrayed With Trees And Bears With Glasses, Elephants With Holes, Lions With Toils, And Men With Flatterers