Old age creeps on us ere we think it nigh.

Old age creeps on us ere we think it nigh.

The thorne comes forth with the point forwards.

The thorne comes forth with the point forwards.

The good refrain from sin from the pure love of virtue.

The good refrain from sin from the pure love of virtue.

Who aspires must down as low
As high he soar'd.

Who aspires must down as low
As high he soar'd.

Fury itself supplies arms.

Fury itself supplies arms.

Let the dead bury the dead.

Let the dead bury the dead.

Hee hath no leisure who useth it not.

Hee hath no leisure who useth it not.

The mind that broods o'er guilty woes
Is like a scorpion girt by fire.

The mind that broods o'er guilty woes
Is like a scorpion girt by fire.

None is borne Master.

None is borne Master.