Many That Are Not Mad Have, Sure,

My Hands Are Of Your Color, But I Shame To Wear A Heart So White.

When You Fear A Foe, Fear Crushes Your Strength; And This Weakness Gives Strength To Your Opponents.

Men Must Learn Now With Pity To Dispense; For Policy Sits Above Conscience.

Wish Chastely, And Love Dearly.

Slanders, Sir, For The Satirical Rogue Says Here That Old Men Have Grey Beards, That Their Faces Are Wrinkled, Their Eyes Purging Think Amber And Plum-tree Gum, And That They Have A Plentiful Lack Of Wit, Together With Most Weak Hams.