It Is Not Vain Glory For A

Time's Glory Is To Command Contending Kings, To Unmask Falsehood, And Bring Truth To Light.

Die For Adultery! No: The Wren Goes To't, And The Small Gilded Fly Does Lecher In My Sight

The Truest Poetry Is The Most Feigning.

A Good Wit Will Make Use Of Anything.

In Thy Youth Wast As True A Lover, As Ever Sighed Upon A Midnight Pillow