Are There No Stones In Heaven But

Speak Of Me As I Am. Nothing Extenuate, Nor Set Down Aught In Malice.

Methinks Sometimes I Have No More Wit Than A Christian Or An Ordinary Man Has; But I Am A Great Eater Of Beef, And I Believe That Does Harm To My Wit.

Being Daily Swallowed By Men's Eyes, They Surfeited With Honey And Began To Loathe The Taste Of Sweetness, Whereof A Little More Than A Little Is By Much Too Much. So, When He Had Occasion To Be Seen, He Was But As The Cuckoo Is In June. Heard, Not Regarded.

Thou Shouldst Not Have Been Old Till Thou Hadst Been Wise.

Adieu! I Have Too Grieved A Heart To Take A Tedious Leave.