War Is No Strife To

Thou Shouldst Not Have Been Old Till Thou Hadst Been Wise.

For Sorrow Ends Not, When It Seemeth Done.

Passion Lends Them Power, Time Means To Meet, Tempering Extremities With Extremes Sweet.

How Poor Are They That Have Have Not Patients.

A Time, Methinks, Too Short To Make A World-without-end Bargain In.