Cupid Is A Knavish Lad, Thus To

He That Keeps Not Crust Nor Crum Weary Of All, Shall Want Some.

We Have Some Salt Of Our Youth In Us.

Keep Time! How Sour Sweet Music Is When Time Is Broke And No Proportion Kept! So Is It In The Music Of Men's Lives. I Wasted Time And Now Doth Time Waste Me.

Bid Me Discourse, I Will Enchant Thine Ear

Of All Knowledge The Wise And Good Seek Most To Know Themselves.