But Fish Not With This

My Heart Suspects More Than Mine Eye Can See.

Press Not A Falling Man Too Far; 'tis Virtue: His Faults Lie Open To The Laws; Let Them, Not You, Correct Him.

Now See That Noble And Most Sovereign Reason, Like Sweet Bells Jangled, Out Of Tune And Harsh.

To Business That We Love We Rise Betime, And Go To't With Delight.

The Golden Age Is Before Us, Not Behind Us.