How Many Ages Hence Shall This Our

So Shalt Thou Feed On Death, That Feeds On Men.

Most Friendship Is Faining, Most Loving Mere Folly: Then, Heigh-ho, The Holly. This Life Is Most Jolly.

Tis A Blushing Shame-faced Spirit That Mutinies In A Man's Bosom. It Fills A Man Full Of Obstacles. It Made Me Once Restore A Purse Of Gold That (by Chance) I Found. It Beggars Any Man That Keeps It.

The Expedition Of My Violent Love Outrun The Pauser, Reason.

I Thank God I Am As Honest As Any Man Living That Is An Old Man And No Honester Than I.