Good Men But See Death, The Wicked

The Devil Is An Ass , I Do Acknowledge It.

Where It Concerns Himself, Who's Angry At A Slander, Makes It True.

True Gladness Doth Not Always Speak; Joy, Bred And Born But In The Tongue, Is Weak.

That Old Bald Cheater, Time.

Thy Praise Or Dispraise Is To Me Alike; One Doth Not Stroke Me, Nor The Other Strike.