My Crown Is Called Content, A Crown

To Be Now A Sensible Man, By And By A Fool, And Presently A Beast!

He That Will Have A Cake Out Of The Wheat Must Tarry The Grinding.

He Must Needs Go That The Devil Drives.

Though I Look Old, Yet I Am Strong And Lusty; For In My Youth I Never Did Apply Hot And Rebellious Liquors In My Blood; And Did Not, With Unbashful Forehead, Woo The Means Of Weakness And Debility: Therefore My Age Is As A Lusty Winter, Frosty But Kindly.

Diseases Desperate Grown By Desperate Appliances Are Relieved, Or Not At All.