Men At Sometime Are The Masters Of

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.

I Do Love Nothing In The World So Well As You- Is Not That Strange?

The Heavenly-harness'd Team Begins His Golden Progress In The East.

A Rotten Case Abides No Handling.

How Slow This Old Moon Wanes! She Lingers My Desires, Like To A Stepdame, Or A Dowager, Long Withering Out A Young Man's Revenue.