Youth Is The Time Of

I Am Obnoxious To Each Carping Tongue Who Says My Hand A Needle Better Fits.

Satan, That Great Angler, Hath His Sundry Baits For Sundry Tempers Of Men, Which They All Catch Greedily At, But Few Perceive The Hook Till It Be Too Late.

Authority Without Wisdom Is Like A Heavy Ax Without An Edge -- Fitter To Bruise Than Polish.

My Age I Will Not Once Lament, / But Sing, My Time So Near Is Spent.

The World No Longer Lets Me Love, My Hope And Treasure Are Above.