It Is A Sin To Be A

But I, That Am Not Shaped For Sportive Tricks, Nor Made To Court An Amorous Looking-glass; I, That Am Rudely Stamped, And Want Love's Majesty To Strut Before A Wanton Ambling Nymph.

Me, Poor Man, My Library Was Dukedom Large Enough.

Thou Canst Not Speak Of What Thou Dost Not Feel.

When Rich Villains Have Need Of Poor Ones, Poor Ones May Make What Price They Will

Blest Are Those Whose Blood And Judgment Are So Well Commingled, That They Are Not A Pipe For Fortune's Finger To Sound What Stop She Please.