Time Travels In Divers Paces With Divers

O Gentlemen, The Time Of Life Is Short! To Spend That Shortness Basely Were Too Long, If Life Did Ride Upon A Dial's Point, Still Ending At The Arrival Of An Hour.

The Crow Doth Sing As Sweetly As The Lark When Neither Is Attended; And I Think The Nightingale, If She Should Sing By Day When Every Goose Is Cackling, Would Be Thought No Better A Musician Than The Wren. How Many Thing By Season Seasoned Are To Their Right Praise And True Perfection!

Twere To Consider Too Curiously, To Consider So.

Thy Wit Is A Very Bitter Sweeting; It Is A Most Sharp Sauce.

Fair Thoughts And Happy Hours Attend On You.