Fair Youth, I Would I Could Make

Slander Lives Upon Succession, For Ever Housed Where It Gets Possession.

When Our Actions Do Not, Our Fears Make Us Traitors.

For Grief Is Crowned With Consolation.

To Set A Gloss On Faint Deeds, Hollow Welcomes, Recanting Goodness, Sorry Ere 'tis Shown; But Where There Is True Friendship, There Needs None.

I Thank God I Am As Honest As Any Man Living That Is An Old Man And No Honester Than I.