A Loud Laugh Bespeaks A Vacant Mind!

Experience Is By Industry Achieved, And Perfected By The Swift Course Of Time.

Be As Thou Wast Wont To Be. See As Thou Wast Wont To See.

You See Me Here, You Gods, A Poor Old Man, As Full Of Grief As Age; Wretched In Both.

The Summer's Flower Is To The Summer Sweet Though To Itself It Only Live And Die

'sblood, You Starveling, You Elf-skin, You Dried Neat's Tongue, You Bull's Pizzle, You Stock-fish! O For Breath To Utter What Is Like Thee! You Tailor's-yard, You Sheath, You Bowcase; You Vile Standing-tuck!