Corruption Wins Not More Than Honesty.

Having My Freedom, Boast Of Nothing Else.

Is Not Birth, Beauty, Good Shape, Discourse, Manhood, Learning, Gentleness, Virtue, Youth, Liberality, And Such Like, The Spice And Salt That Season A Man

The Clock Upbraids Me With The Waste Of Time.

I Will Despair, And Be At Enmity With Cozening Hope.

Where The Greater Malady Is Fixed, The Lesser Is Scarce Felt.