To You Your Father Should Be As

What's Past And What's To Come Is Strew'd With Husks And Formless Ruin Of Oblivion.

All Men's Faces Are True, Whatsome'er Their Hands Are.

Children Wish Fathers Looked But With Their Eyes; Fathers That Children With Their Judgment Looked; And Either May Be Wrong.

Preposterous Ass, That Never Read So Far To Know The Cause Why Music Was Ordain'd! Was It Not To Refresh The Mind Of Man, After His Studies Or His Usual Pain?

I Cannot Be A Man With Wishing, Therefore I Will Die A Woman With Grieving.