Age, I Do Abhor Thee, Youth, I

Thrust Your Head Into The Public Street, To Gaze On Christian Fools With Varnish'd Faces.

By Heaven, I Love Thee Better Than Myself

Is It Not Strange, That Sheep's Guts Should Hale Souls Out Of Men's Bodies!

Fall Greeks; Fail Fame; Honour Or Go Or Stay; My Major Vow Lies Here, This I'll Obey.

'tis Dangerous To Take A Cold, To Sleep, To Drink; But I Tell You, My Lord Fool, Out Of This Nettle, Danger, We Pluck This Flower, Safety.