I Scorn You, Scurvy Companion.

'tis Brief, My Lord...as Woman's Love.

Why, Courage Then! What Cannot Be Avoided 'twere Childish Weakness To Lament Or Fear.

Who Buys A Minute's Mirth To Wail A Week? Or Sell Eternity To Get A Toy? For One Grape Who Will The Vine Destroy?

He That Is Giddy Thinks The World Turns Round.

Bow, Stubborn Knees, And, Heart With Strings Of Steel, Be Soft As Sinews Of The New-born Babe. All Many Be Well.