By Nature, Men Love Newfangledness.

This Flour Of Wifly Patience.

Filth And Old Age, I'm Sure You Will Agree, Are Powerful Wardens Upon Chastity.

For Thogh We Slepe, Or Wake, Or Rome, Or Ryde, Ay Fleeth The Tyme; It Nyl No Man Abyde.

For God's Love, Take Things Patiently, Have Sense, Think! We Are Prisoners And Shall Always Be. Fortune Has Given Us This Adversity, Some Wicked Planetary Dispensation, Some Saturn's Trick Or Evil Constellation Has Given Us This, And Heaven, Though We Had Sworn The Contrary, So Stood When We Were Born. We Must Endure It, That's The Long And Short.

Ther Nis No Werkman, Whatsoevere He Be, That May Bothe Werke Wel And Hastily.