Good Wine Is A Good Familiar Creature

A Fusty Nut With No Kernel.

Suit The Action To The Word, The Word To The Action.

Poor Wretches That Depend On Greatness' Favor, Dream As I Have Done; Wake, And Find Nothing.

Shorten My Days Thou Canst With Sullen Sorrow, And Pluck Nights From Me, But Not Lend A Morrow; Thou Canst Help Time To Furrow Me With Age, But Stop No Wrinkle In His Pilgrimage.

Look How The World's Poor People Are Amazed At Apparitions, Signs And Prodigies!