Why, Then The World ’s Mine Oyster,

I'll Forbear; And Am Fallen Out With My More Headier Will To Take The Indisposed And Sickly Fit For The Sound Man.

Let Life Be Short, Else Shame Will Be Too Long.

For Naught So Vile That On The Earth Doth Live But To The Earth Some Special Good Doth Give.

I Have No Way And Therefore Want No Eyes I Stumbled When I Saw. Full Oft 'tis Seen Our Means Secure Us, And Our Mere Defects Prove Our Commodities.

An Old Man, Broken With The Storms Of State, Is Come To Lay His Weary Bones Among Ye; Give Him A Little Earth For Charity!