The Proverb Is Something Musty.

The Whirligig Of Time Brings In His Revenges.

O, That Our Fathers Would Applause Our Loves, To Seal Our Happiness With Hteir Consents!

Obey Thy Parents, Keep Thy Word Justly; Swear Not; Commit Not With Man's Sworn Spouse; Set Not Thy Sweet Heart On Proud Array. * * * Keep Thy Foot Out Of Brothels, Thy Pen From Lenders' Books.

The Deep Of Night Is Crept Upon Our Talk, And Nature Must Obey Necessity.

Farewell, Good Salisbury, And Good Luck Go With Thee!