All Hoods Make Not Monks.

Most Friendship Is Faining, Most Loving Mere Folly: Then, Heigh-ho, The Holly. This Life Is Most Jolly.

Thy Friendship Makes Us Fresh.

Take But Degree Away, Untune That String, And Hark, What Discord Follows!

We Were Not Born To Sue, But To Command.

Nature Does Require Her Time Of Preservation, Which Perforce, I Her Frail Son Amongst My Brethren Mortal, Must Give My Attendance To.