Tired With All These, For Restful Death

A Fool Thinks Himself To Be Wise, But A Wise Man Knows Himself To Be A Fool.

O Braggart Vile And Damned Furious Wight!

I Am A Great Eater Of Beef, And I Believe That Does Harm To My Wit.

For Though The Camomile, The More It Is Trodden On The Faster It Grows, Yet Youth, The More It Is Wasted, The Sooner It Wears.

The Pow'r That I Have On You Is To Spare You; The Malice Towards You To Forgive You.