Time, That Takes Survey Of All The

How Every Fool Can Play Upon The Word!

Crowns In My Purse I Have, And Goods At Home, And So Am Come Abroad To See The World.

Time Hath, My Lord, A Wallet At His Back Wherein He Puts Alms For Oblivion, A Great-sized Monster Of Ingratitudes: Those Scraps Are Good Deeds Past, Which Are Devour'd As Fast As They Are Made, Forgot As Soon As Done.

What, Can The Devil Speak True?

Can I Go Forward When My Heart Is Here?