Thriftless Ambition, That Wilt Ravin Up Thine

Winding Up Days With Toil And Nights With Sleep.

A Noble Shalt Thou Have, And Present Pay; And Liquor Likewise Will I Give To Thee, And Friendship Shall Combine, And Brotherhood.

Therefore, To Be Possess'd With Double Pomp, To Guard A Title That Was Rich Before, To Gild Refined Gold, To Paint The Lily, To Throw A Perfume On The Violet, To Smooth The Ice, Or Add Another Hue Unto The Rainbow, Or With Taper-light To Seek The Beauteous Eye Of Heaven To Garnish, Is Wasteful And Ridiculous Excess.

An Honest Man, Sir, Is Able To Speak For Himself, When A Knave Is Not.

Affection, Mistress Of Passion, Sways It To The Mood Of What It Likes Or Loathes.