More matter with less art.

This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air: thence I have follow’d it.

Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.

Be not afraid of greatness.

To be slow in words is a woman's only virtue.

Slanders, sir, for the satirical rogue says here that old men have grey beards, that their faces are wrinkled, their eyes purging think amber and plum-tree gum, and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams.

And makes me poor indeed.