Seasoned Life Of Man Preserved And Stored

The Bird Of Jove, Stoop'd From His Aery Tour, Two Birds Of Gayest Plume Before Him Drove.

Where Shame Is, There Is Also Fear.

Which Way I Fly Is Hell; Myself Am Hell.

Who Aspires Must Down As Low As High He Soar'd.

It Is Not Virtue, Wisdom, Valour, Wit, Strength, Comeliness Of Shape, Or Amplest Merit, That Woman's Love Can Win, Or Long Inherit; But What It Is, Hard Is To Say, Harder To Hit.