The Worm Is Not To Be Trusted.

Speak, What Trade Art Thou? Why, Sir, A Carpenter. Where Is Thy Leather Apron And Thy Rule? What Does Thou With Thy Best Apparel On?

Adversity's Sweet Milk, Philosophy.

My Long Sickness Of Health And Living Now Begins To Mend, And Nothing Brings Me All Things.

It Is The Purpose That Makes Strong The Vow; But Vows To Every Purpose Must Not Hold.

Some Glory In Their Birth , Some In Their Skill , Some In Their Wealth , Some In Their Bodies' Force , Some In Their Garments, Though New-fangled Ill; Some In Their Hawks And Hounds , Some In Their Horse ; And Every Humor Hath His Adjunct Pleasure , Wherein It Finds A Joy Above The Rest .