When Most I Wink, Then Do My

Fortune Brings In Some Boats That Are Not Steered.

Now 'tis Spring, And Weeds Are Shallow-rooted; Suffer Them Now And They'll O'ergrow The Garden.

When I Was At Home I Was In A Better Place

Then Know, That I Have Little Wealth To Lose. A Man I Am, Crossed With Adversity; My Riches Are These Poor Habiliments, Of Which If You Should Here Disfurnish Me, You Take The Sum And Substance That I Have.

It Will Have Blood, They Say; Blood Will Have Blood.