To Have Seen Much And To Have

Thou Art Thy Mother's Glass, And She In Thee Calls Back The Lovely April Of Her Prime...

I Will Chide No Breather In The World But Myself, Against Whom I Know Most Faults.

Confusion Now Hath Made His Masterpiece.

But 'tis Common Proof, That Lowliness Is Young Ambition's Ladder, Whereto The Climber-upward Turns His Face; But When He Once Attains The Upmost Round, He Then Turns His Back, Looks In The Clouds, Scorning The Vase Defrees By Which He Did Ascend.

Diseases Desperate Grown By Desperate Appliances Are Relieved, Or Not At All.