I May Command Where I Adore.

I Had Rather Be A Dog, And Bay The Moon, Than Such A Roman.

Like One Who Draws The Model Of A House Beyond His Power To Build It Who, Half Through, Gives O'er, And Leaves His Part-created Cost A Naked Subject To The Weeping Clouds.

As Chaste As Is The Bud Ere It Be Blown.

O Good Old Man, How Well In Thee Appears The Constant Service Of The Antique World, When Service Sweat For Duty, Not For Meed! Thou Art Not For The Fashion Of These Times, Where None Will Sweat But For Promotion, And Having That Do Choke Their Service Up Even With The Having. . . .

Better A Little Chiding Than A Great Deal Of Heartbreak.