I Came Up Stairs Into The World,

If This Be Not Love, It Is Madness, And Then It Is Pardonable.

Come, Come, Leave Business To Idlers, And Wisdom To Fools: They Have Need Of 'em: Wit Be My Faculty, And Pleasure My Occupation, And Let Father Time Shake His Glass.

Nothing But You Can Lay Hold Of My Mind, And That Can Lay Hold Of Nothing But You.

There Are Times When Sense May Be Unseasonable, As Well As Truth.

Some By Experience Find Those Words Mis-placed: At Leisure Married, They Repent In Haste.