Thou Hast The Most Unsavoury Similes.

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.

Give Me To Drink Mandragora.

The Weakest Goes To The Wall.

Moderate Lamentation Is The Right Of The Dead, Excessive Grief The Enemy To The Living.

For Naught So Vile That On The Earth Doth Live But To The Earth Some Special Good Doth Give.