Thou Art As Wise As Thou Art

We Are Time's Subjects, And Time Bids Be Gone.

Words Pay No Debts, Give Her Deeds.

Against Self-slaughter There Is A Prohibition So Divine That Cravens My Weak Hand.

Come, Gentlemen, I Hope We Shall Drink Down All Unkindness.

With Mirth And Laughter Let Old Wrinkles Come. And Let My Liver Rather Heat With Wine, Than My Heart Cool With Mortifying Groans.