Fame, Wealth, And Honour! What Are You

Say First, Of God Above Or Man Below; What Can We Reason But From What We Know.

Ambition First Sprung From Your Blest Abodes: The Glorious Fault Of Angels And Of Gods.

A Field Of Glory Is A Field For All.

Bear, Like The Turk, No Brother Near The Throne.

Words Are Like Leaves; And Where They Most Abound, Much Fruit Of Sense Beneath Is Rarely Found.