The Eye Sees All, But The Mind

I Have Ventured, Like Little Wanton Boys That Swim On Bladders, This Many Summers In A Sea Of Glory, But Far Beyond My Depth. My High-blown Pride At Length Broke Under Me, And Now Has Left Me, Weary And Old With Service, To The Mercy Of A Rude Stream That Must For Ever Hide Me.

You Are A Tedious Fool.

Remember Thee! Ay, Thou Poor Ghost, While Memory Holds A Seat In This Distracted Globe.

Men's Vows Are Women's Traitors

I That Please Some, Try All, Both Joy And Terror Of Good And Bad, That Makes And Unfolds Error.