Just Death, Kind Umpire Of Men's Miseries.

What's Past And What's To Come Is Strew'd With Husks And Formless Ruin Of Oblivion.

The Cat Will Mew, And Dog Will Have His Day.

He That Hath A Beard Is More Than A Youth, And He That Hath No Beard Is Less Than A Man. He That Is More Than A Youth Is Not For Me, And He That Is Less Than A Man, I Am Not For Him.

Put Forth Thy Hand, Reach At The Glorious Gold.

O, My Lord, You Said That Idle Weeds Are Fast In Growth: The Prince My Brother Hath Outgrown Me Far.