The Devil Knew What He Did When

You'd Be So Lean, That Blast Of January Would Blow You Through And Through. Now, My Fair'st Friend, I Would I Had Some Flowers O' The Spring That Might Become Your Time Of Day.

Thrust Your Head Into The Public Street, To Gaze On Christian Fools With Varnish'd Faces.

There Is A Time In The Affairs Of Men, Which, Taken At The Flood, Leads On To Fortune.

We May Outrun By Violent Swiftness And Lose By Over-running.

The Golden Age Is Before Us, Not Behind Us.