It Is The Purpose That Makes Strong

Nature Does Require Her Times Of Preservation.

Those That Do Teach Young Babes Do It With Gentle Means And Easy Tasks.

Look To Her, Moor, If Thou Has Eyes To See. She Has Deceived Her Father, And May Thee.

What's To Come Is Still Unsure: In Delay There Lies No Plenty; Then Come Kiss Me, Sweet And Twenty, Youth's A Stuff Will Not Endure.

You Are Not Worth The Dust Which The Rude Wind Blows In Your Face.