Prevent your day at morning.
Let those that merely talk and never think, That live in the wild anarchy of drink
Neither do thou lust after that tawny weed tobacco.
The dignity of truth is lost with much protesting.
Well, I will scourge those apes, And to these courteous eyes oppose a mirror, As large as is the stage whereon we act; Where they shall see the time's deformity Anatomised in every nerve, and sinew, With constant courage, and contempt of fear.
Who casts to write a living line, must sweat.