The Old Folk, Time's Doting Chronicles.

The Undiscovered Country From Whose Bourn No Traveler Returns.

Done To Death By Slanderous Tongue

There Is Flattery In Friendship.

In Peace There's Nothing So Becomes A Man As Modest Stillness And Humility.

Who Would Be So Mocked With Glory, Or To Live But In A Dream Of Friendship, To Have His Pomp And All What State Compounds But Only Painted, Like His Varnished Friends?