The Whirligig Of Time Brings In His

Some Cupid Kills With Arrows, Some With Traps.

So Well Thy Words Become Thee As Thy Wounds.

Nature Hath Framed Strange Fellows In Her Time.

Gives Not The Hawthorn Bush A Sweeter Shade To Shepherds, Looking On Their Silly Sheep, Than Doth A Rich Embroider'd Canopy To Kings That Fear Their Subjects Treachery?

Crabbed Age And Youth Cannot Live Together: Youth Is Full Of Pleasance, Age Is Full Of Care.