The patient must minister to himself
Make the upcoming hour overflow with joy, and let pleasure drown the brim.
Give me my sin again.
I have lived long enough. My way of life is to fall into the sere, the yellow leaf, and that which should accompany old age, as honor, love, obedience, troops of friends I must not look to have.
I'll look to like; if looking, liking move.
Past all shame, so past all truth.