Forbear To Judge, For We Are Sinners

No Particular Scandal One Can Touch But It Confounds The Breather.

Time's The King Of Men; He's Both Their Parent, And He Is Their Grave, And Gives Them What He Will, Not What They Crave.

And To The English Court Assemble Now, From Every Region, Apes Of Idleness!

The Sweetest Honey Is Loathsome In His Own Deliciousness.

Lord, What Fools These Mortals Be!