If One Good Deed In All My

So Many Horrid Ghosts.

But 'tis Common Proof, That Lowliness Is Young Ambition's Ladder, Whereto The Climber-upward Turns His Face; But When He Once Attains The Upmost Round, He Then Turns His Back, Looks In The Clouds, Scorning The Vase Defrees By Which He Did Ascend.

This Fell Sergeant, Death, Is Strict In His Arrest.

What Seest Thou Else In The Dark Backward And Abysm Of Time?

Take All The Swift Advantage Of The Hours.