We Came Into The World Like Brother

If It Will Feed Nothing Else, It Will Feed My Revenge.

Bear With My Weakness. My Old Brain Is Troubled. Be Not Disturbed With My Infirmity.

Young Adam Cupid, He That Shot So Trim, When King Cophetua Loved The Beggar-maid!

Sweet Flowers Are Slow And Weeds Make Haste.

We Must Not Stint Our Necessary Actions In The Fear To Cope Malicious Censurers, Which Ever, As Rav'nous Fishes, Do A Vessel Follow That Is New-trimmed, But Benefit No Further Than Vainly Longing.