Men's Evil Manners Live In Brass; Their

Fat Paunches Have Lean Pates, And Dainty Bits Make Rich The Ribs, But Backrout Quite The Wits.

Set Honour In One Eye And Death I' The Other, And I Will Look On Both Indifferently.

Never Shame To Hear What You Have Nobly Done

And When Love Speaks, The Voice Of All The Gods Makes Heaven Drowsy With The Harmony.

The Bitter Past, More Welcome Is The Sweet.