Light Vanity, Insatiate Cormorant, Consuming Means, Soon

Ambition, The Soldier's Virtue, Rather Makes Choice Of Loss, Than Gain Which Darkens Him.

When Words Are Scarce They Are Seldom Spent In Vain.

Thou Seest I Have More Flesh Than Another Man, And Therefore More Frailty.

Foolery, Sir, Does Walk About The Orb Like The Sun; It Shines Everywhere.

Why Didst Thou Promise Such A Beauteous Day And Make Me Travel Forth Without My Cloak, To Let Base Clouds O'ertake Me In My Way, Hiding They Brav'ry In Their Rotten Smoke?