Why, Universal Plodding Poisons Up The Nimble

The Fringed Curtains Of Thine Eye Advance, And Say What Thou Seest Yond.

Opinion's But A Fool, That Makes Us Scan The Outward Habit By The Inward Man.

Since Mine Own Doors Refuse To Entertain Me, I'll Knock Elsewhere, To See If They'll Disdain Me

Thus Have I, Wall, My Part Discharged So; And, Being Done, Thus Wall Away Doth Go.

Pray, Do Not Mock Me. I Am A Very Foolish Fond Old Man, Fourscore And Upward, Not An Hour More Nor Less; And, To Deal Plainly, I Fear I Am Not In My Perfect Mind.