If We Still Advise We Shall Never

[to Edward De Vere, Earl Of Oxford, On His Return From Self-imposed Exile, Occasioned By The Embarrassing Flatulence He Had Experienced In The Presence Of The Queen:] My Lord, I Had Forgot The Fart.

Eyes Of Youth Have Sharp Sight But Commonly Not So Deep As Those Of Elder Age.

[on Being Told Mary, Queen Of Scots, Was Taller Than She:] Then She Is Too High, For I Myself Am Neither Too High Nor Too Low.

Mr. Doctor, That Loose Gown Becomes You So Well I Wonder Your Notions Should Be So Narrow.

The End Crowneth The Work.