How Much Better Is It To Weep

Conceal Me What I Am, And Be My Aid For Such Disguise As Haply Shall Become The Form Of My Intent.

Vanity Keeps Persons In Favor With Themselves Who Are Out Of Favor With All Others.

Sin From Thy Lips? O Trespass Sweetly Urged! Give Me My Sin Again.

They That Stand High Have Many Blasts To Shake Them.

The Insolence Of Office.