Ambition's Debt Is Paid.

Poor And Content Is Rich, And Rich Enough.

O Polished Perturbation! Golden Care! That Keep'st The Ports Of Slumber Open Wide To Many A Watchful Night.

O Thou That Dost Inhabit In My Breast, Leave Not The Mansion So Long Tenantless; Lest, Growing Ruinous, The Building Fall And Leave No Memory Of What It Was!

Hide Not Thy Poison With Such Sugar'd Words

Frailty, Thy Name Is Woman!