Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt, If

They Have Been At A Great Feast Of Languages, And Stolen The Scraps.

I Will Keep Where There Is Wit Stirring, And Leave The Faction Of Fools.

Honor's Thought Reigns Solely In The Breast Of Every Man.

But Shall We Wear These Glories For A Day? Or Shall They Last, And We Rejoice In Them?

I Thank God I Am As Honest As Any Man Living That Is An Old Man And No Honester Than I.