Farewell, Good Salisbury, And Good Luck Go

Yet Writers Say, As In The Sweetest Bud The Eating Canter Dwells, So Eating Love Inhabits In The Finest Wits Of All.

Romans, Countrymen, And Lovers, Hear Me For My Cause, And Be Silent, That You May Hear.

My Glass Shall Not Persuade Me I Am Old, So Long As Youth And Thou Are Of One Date; But When In Thee Time's Furrows I Behold, Then Look I Death My Days Should Expiate.

Fit For The Mountains And The Barbarous Caves, Where Manners Ne'er Were Preached.

Thoughts Are But Dreams Till Their Effects Are Tried.