When The Age Is In,

You Are An Alchemist; Make Gold Of That.

The Extreme Parts Of Time Extremely Forms All Causes To The Purpose Of His Speed.

Alas, Their Love May Be Call'd Appetite. No Motion Of The Liver, But The Palate

A Fool Thinks Himself To Be Wise, But A Wise Man Knows Himself To Be A Fool.

The Iron Tongue Of Midnight Hath Told Twelve Lovers, To Bed; 'tis Almost Fairy Time. I Fear We Shall Outstep The Coming Morn As Much As We This Night Over-watch'd.