The Whirligig Of Time Brings In His

Now No Way Can I Stray; Save Back To England, All The World's My Way.

Out, You Tallow-face! You Baggage!

It Is The Bright Day That Brings Forth The Adder, And That Craves Wary Walking.

War Is No Strife To The Dark House And The Detested Wife.

That, Sir, Which Serves And Seeks For Gain, And Follows But For Form, Will Pack, When It Begins To Rain, And Leave Thee In A Storm.