Thou Art As Wise As Thou Art

Time Is The Nurse And Breeder Of All Good.

I See, Sir, You Are Liberal In Offers. You Taught Me First To Beg, And Now Methinks You Teach Me How A Beggar Should Be Answered.

I Wonder Men Dare Trust Themselves With Men.

Women Are As Roses, Whose Fair Flower, Being Once Displayed, Doth Fall That Very Hour.

The Poet's Eye, In A Fine Frenzy Rolling, Doth Glance From Heaven To Earth, From Earth To Heaven; And As Imagination Bodies Forth The Forms Of Things Unknown, The Poet's Pen Turns Them To Shape, And Gives To Airy Nothing A Local Habitation And A Name; Such Tricks Hath Strong Imagination.