Throw Physic To The Dogs; I'll None

Take Physic, Pomp; Expose Thyself To Feel What Wretches Feel, That Thou Mayst Shake The Superflux To Them And Show The Heavens More Just.

Lay Aside Life-harming Heaviness, And Entertain A Cheerful Disposition.

I Long To Hear The Story Of Your Life, Which Must Take The Ear Strangely.

The Web Of Our Life Is Of A Mingled Yarn, Good And Ill Together.

But Shall We Wear These Glories For A Day? Or Shall They Last, And We Rejoice In Them?