In Time The Savage Bull Doth Bear

They Are Sick That Surfeit With Too Much, As They That Starve With Nothing.

Here's That Which Is Too Weak To Be A Sinner, Honest Water, Which Ne'er Left Man I' The Mire.

Then Others For Breath Of Words Respect, Me For My Dumb Thoughts, Speaking In Effect.

So We'll Live, And Pray, And Sing, And Tell Old Tales, And Laugh At Gilded Butterflies.

Courage Mounteth With Occasion.