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Let Every Man Be Master Of His Time.

As A Decrepit Father Takes Delight To See His Active Child Do Deeds Of Youth, So I, Made Lame By Fortune's Dearest Spite, Take All My Comfort Of Thy Worth And Truth.

Wishers Were Ever Fools.

Hereafter, In A Better World Than This, I Shall Desire More Love And Knowledge Of You

Every Why Has A Wherefore.