Tear-falling Pity Dwells Not In This Eye.

Myself Will Straight Aboard, And To The State This Heavy Act With Heavy Heart Relate.

How Soar Sweet Music Is, When Time Is Broke, And No Proportion Kept!

Let Us Sit And Mock The Good Housewife Fortune From Her Wheel, That Her Gifts May Henceforth Be Bestowed Equally, I Would We Could Do So For Her Benefits Are Mightily Misplaced And The Bountiful Blind Girl Doth Most Mistake In Her Gifts To Women. 'tis True For Those That She Makes Fair She Scarce Makes Honest And Those That She Makes Honest She Makes Very Ill-favouredly. Nay, Now Thou Goest From Fortunes Office To Natures. Fortune Reigns In Gifts Of The World, Not In The Lineaments Of Nature.

You See Me Here, You Gods, A Poor Old Man, As Full Of Grief As Age; Wretched In Both.

There Is Some Soul Of Goodness In Things Evil, Would Men Observingly Distill It Out.