My Salad Days, When I Was Green

Why, Friends, You Go To Do You Know Not What: Wherein Hath Caesar Thus Deserved Your Loves? Alas, You Know Not: I Must Tell You Then: You Have Forgot The Will I Told You Of. . . . . Here Is The Will, And Under Caesar's Seal. To Every Roman Citizen He Gives, To Every Several Man, Seventy-five Drachmas. . . . . Moreover, He Hath Left You All His Walks, His Private Arbours And New-planted Orchards, On This Side Tiber; He Hath Left Them You, And To Your Heirs For Ever, Common Pleasures, To Walk Abroad, And Recreate Yourselves. Here Was A Caesar! When Comes Such Another?

Sigh No More Ladies, Sigh No More, Men Were Deceivers Ever

Bear With My Weakness. My Old Brain Is Troubled. Be Not Disturbed With My Infirmity.

Keep Thy Friend Under Thy Own Life's Key.

For Truth Hath Better Deeds Than Words To Grace It.