O! what a prodigal have I been of that most valuable of all possessions Time!
I drink, I huff, I strut, look big and stare; And all this I can do, because I dare.
For all true love is grounded on esteem.
Kisses are but like sands of gold and silver, found upon the ground which are not worth much themselves but as they promise a mine near too be dig'd.
A mans fame and hayre grow most after death, and are both equally uselesse.
What a Devil is the Plot good for, but to bring in fine things?