When Fortune Means To Men Most Good,

Of All The Fair Resort Of Gentlemen That Every Day With Parle Encounter Me, In Thy Opinion Which Is Worthiest Love?

Prepare For Mirth, For Mirth Becomes A Feast.

What's The News? None, My Lord, But That The World's Grown Honest, Then Is Doomsday Near.

Sometimes We Are Devils To Ourselves When We Will Tempt The Frailty Of Our Powers, Presuming On Their Changeful Potency.

Strikes Deeper, Grows With More Pernicious Root.