Make use of time, let not advantage slip.
In law, what plea so tainted and corrupts, but being seasoned with a gracious voice obscures the show of evil.
The arms are fair, When the intent of bearing them is just.
Woe to that land that's governed by a child.
No doubt they rose up early to observe the rite of May; and, hearing our intent, Came here in grace of our solemnity.
Through tattered clothes, small vices do appear. Robes and furred gowns hide all.