Friendship Is Full Of Dregs.

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

A Fool Thinks Himself To Be Wise, But A Wise Man Knows Himself To Be A Fool.

A Good Old Man, Sir. He Will Be Talking. As They Say, When The Age Is In, The Wit Is Out.

Love's Not Time's Fool, Though Rosy Lips And Cheeks Within His Bending Sickle's Compass Come.

Go Hang Yourself, You Naughty Mocking Uncle!