Put Forth Thy Hand, Reach At The

This Thought Is As A Death.

Leave Us To Our Free Election.

We Make Ourselves Fools To Disport Ourselves And Spend Our Flatteries To Drink Those Men Upon Whose Age We Void It Up Again With Poisonous Spite And Envy.

For In The Fatness Of These Pursy Times Virtue Itself Of Vice Must Pardon Beg.

Celebrity Is Never More Admired Than By The Negligent.