Friend, for your epitaph I'm grieved,
Where still so much is said;
One half will never be read more

Friend, for your epitaph I'm grieved,
Where still so much is said;
One half will never be believed,
The other never read.

The question is yet before the court.

The question is yet before the court.

An idle head is a boxe for the winde.

An idle head is a boxe for the winde.

We know this to be all nonsense.

We know this to be all nonsense.

A holy habit clenseth not a foule soule.

A holy habit clenseth not a foule soule.

Nothing can come of nothing.

Nothing can come of nothing.

Many a smale maketh a grate.

Many a smale maketh a grate.

A man so various, that he seem'd to be
Not one, but all mankind's epitome;
Stiff in read more

A man so various, that he seem'd to be
Not one, but all mankind's epitome;
Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong.
Was everything by starts, and nothing long;
But in the course of one revolving moon,
Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.

Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing.
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
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Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing.
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him
And makes me poor indeed.