The Whirligig Of Time Brings In His

My Grief Lies Onward, And My Joy Behind.

The Deep Of Night Is Crept Upon Our Talk, And Nature Must Obey Necessity.

He That Loves To Be Flattered Is Worthy O' The Flatterer.

'tis One Thing To Be Tempted, Another Thing To Fall.

Frame Your Mind To Mirth And Merriment Which Bars A Thousand Harms And Lengthens Life.