Age, I Do Abhor Thee, Youth, I

For To Define True Madness, What Is't But To Be Nothing Else But Mad?

There's Neither Honesty, Manhood, Nor Good Fellowship In Thee.

Silence Is The Perfect Herald Of Joy.

I Am A True Laborer: I Earn That I Eat, Get That I Wear, Owe No Man Hate, Envy No Man's Happiness, Glad Of Other Men's Good, Content With My Harm.

For Many Men That Stumble At The Threshold Are Well Foretold That Danger Lurks Within.