Thou Whoreson, Senseless Villain!

The Band That Seems To Tie Their Friendship Together Will Be The Very Strangler Of Their Amity.

I Have Ventured, Like Little Wanton Boys That Swim On Bladders, This Many Summers In A Sea Of Glory, But Far Beyond My Depth. My High-blown Pride At Length Broke Under Me, And Now Has Left Me, Weary And Old With Service, To The Mercy Of A Rude Stream That Must For Ever Hide Me.

Wise Men Never Sit And Wail Their Loss, But Cheerily Seek How To Redress Their Harms.

Gently To Hear, Kindly To Judge.

There's Rosemary And Rue. These Keep Seeming And Savor All The Winter Long. Grace And Remembrance Be To You.