Tis The Mind That Makes The Body

He That Wants Money, Means, And Content Is Without Three Good Friends.

Some Falls The Means Are Happier To Rise.

I Am Disgraced, Impeached, And Baffled Here, Pierced To The Soul With Slander's Venomed Spear.

[s]ince Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit, And Tediousness The Limbs And Outward Flourishes, I Will Be Brief.

Every Why Has A Wherefore.