When You Depart From Me

Children Wish Fathers Looked But With Their Eyes; Fathers That Children With Their Judgment Looked; And Either May Be Wrong.

Men That Make Envy And Crooked Malice Nourishment, Dare Bite The Best.

Let None Presume To Wear An Undeserved Dignity.

Aand In The End, Having My Freedom, Boast Of Nothing Else But That I Was A Journeyman To Grief?

A Very Little Thief Of Occasion Will Rob You Of A Great Deal Of Patience.