I Ask And Wish Not To Appear

I Allow No Hot-beds In The Gardens Of Parnassus.

From A Poor Man, Poor In Time, I Was Suddenly Lifted Up Into A Vast Revenue; I Could See No End Of My Possessions; I Wanted Some Steward, Or Judicious Bailiff, To Manage My Estates In Time For Me.

Clap An Extinguisher Upon Your Irony If You Are Unhappily Blessed With A Vein Of It.

The Measure Of Choosing Well, Is, Whether A Man Likes And Finds Good In What He Has Chosen.

The Light That Lies In Woman's Eyes.