I Had Rather Be A

When The Age Is In, The Wit Is Out

Great Griefs Medicine The Less.

Present Mirth Hath Present Laughter. What's To Come Is Still Unsure.

For We, Which Now Behold These Present Days, Have Eyes To Wonder, But Lack Tongues To Praise.

I Am Joined With No Foot Land-rakers, No Long-staff, Sixpenny Strikers, None Of These Mad, Mustachio Purple-hued Maltworms, But With Nobility And Tranquillity.