Sweet Are The Uses Of Adversity

Do Thou Amend Thy Face, And I'll Amend My Life.

A Wicked Conscience Mouldeth Goblins Swift As Frenzy Thoughts.

The Private Wound Is Deepest. O Time Most Accurst, 'mongst All Foes That A Friend Should Be The Worst!

Faults That Are Rich Are Fair.

Unless Hours Were Cups Of Sack, And Minutes Capons, And Clocks The Tongues Of Bawds, And Dials The Signs Of Leaping-houses, And The Blessed Sun Himself A Fair Hot Wench In Flame-colored Taffeta, I See No Reason Why Thou Shouldst Be So Superfluous To Demand The Time Of The Day.