Take You Me For A Sponge?

We Are Not Ourselves When Nature, Being Oppressed, Commands The Mind To Suffer With The Body.

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.

Old Time The Clock-setter.

Will Fortune Never Come With Both Hands Full, But Write Her Fair Words Still In Foulest Terms?

A Heavier Task Could Not Have Been Impos'd, Than I To Speak My Griefs Unspeakable.