How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!
He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health,
a boy's love, or a whore's oath.
The worst is not, So long as we can say, 'This is the worst.'
Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all?
I have a journey, sir, shortly to go; My master calls me. I must not say no.
The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
The oldest hath borne most; we that are young Shall never see so much nor live so long.
