A Very Scurvy Fellow.

No, Time, Thou Shalt Not Boast That I Do Change.

Before The Curing Of A Strong Disease, Even In The Instant Of Repair And Health, The Fit Is Strongest. Evils That Take Leave, On Their Departure Most Of All Show Evil.

Discomfort Guides My Tongue And Bids Me Speak Of Nothing But Despair.

Is This A Vision? Is This A Dream? Do I Sleep?

I Have Been Long A Sleeper; But I Trust My Absence Doth Neglect No Great Design Which By My Presence Might Have Been Concluded.