What Freezings I Have Felt, What Dark

Superfluity Comes Sooner By White Hairs, But Competency Lives Longer.

There Are No Tricks In Plain And Simple Faith.

It Is Held That Valor Is The Chiefest Virtue, And Most Dignifies The Haver.

Life's But A Walking Shadow, A Poor Player, That Struts And Frets His Hour Upon The Stage, And Then Is Heard No More; It Is A Tale Told By An Idiot, Full Of Sound And Fury, Signifying Nothing.

For In My Youth I Never Did Apply Hot And Rebellious Liquors In My Blood.