Dull not device by coldness and delay.

Dull not device by coldness and delay.

My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every read more

My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.

Who could be happy and alone or good?

Who could be happy and alone or good?

That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat
Of habit's devil.

That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat
Of habit's devil.

You tell a tale to a dead man.

You tell a tale to a dead man.

Let that flea stick in the wa', when the dirt's dry, it'll rub
out.

Let that flea stick in the wa', when the dirt's dry, it'll rub
out.

To his tuned spirit the wild heather-bells
Ring Sabbath knells;
The sod's a cushion for his pious read more

To his tuned spirit the wild heather-bells
Ring Sabbath knells;
The sod's a cushion for his pious want,
And, consecrated by the heaven within it,
The sky-blue pool a font.

Some had rather lose their friend then their Jest.

Some had rather lose their friend then their Jest.

Actions from youth, advice from the middle-aged, prayers from the
aged.

Actions from youth, advice from the middle-aged, prayers from the
aged.