Fame Is No Plant That Grows On

Let None Admire That Riches Grow In Hell; That Soil May Best Deserve The Precious Bane.

Ornate Rhetorick Taught Out Of The Rule Of Plato.... To Which Poetry Would Be Made Subsequent, Or Indeed Rather Precedent, As Being Less Suttle And Fine, But More Simple, Sensuous, And Passionate.

I See Thou Art Implacable, More Deaf To Pray'rs Than Winds And Seas. Yet Winds To Seas Are Reconcil'd At Length, And Sea To Shore: Thy Anger, Unappeasable, Still Rages Eternal Tempest Never To Be Calm'd.

Ladies, Whose Bright Eyes Rain Influence, And Judge The Prize.

They Also Serve Who Only Stand And Wait.