You Had Measured How Long A Fool

Live Loath'd And Long, Most Smiling, Smooth, Detested Parasites, Courteous Destroyers, Affable Wolves, Meek Bears, You Fools Of Fortune, Trencher Friends, Time Flies Cap And Knee Slaves, Vapors, And Minute Jacks.

So Holy And So Perfect Is My Love, And I In Such A Poverty Of Grace, That I Shall Think It A Most Plenteous Crop To Glean The Broken Ears After The Man That The Main Harvest Reaps.

Experience Is By Industry Achieved, And Perfected By The Swift Course Of Time.

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

When Truth Kills Truth, O Devilish Holy Fray!