Many A Man's Tongue Shakes Out His

The Wind-shak'd Surge, With High And Monstrous Main, Seems To Cast Water On The Burning Bear, And Quench The Guards Of The Ever-fixed Pole.

Ambition, The Soldier's Virtue, Rather Makes Choice Of Loss, Than Gain Which Darkens Him.

Wisdom Cries Out In The Streets, And No Man Regards It.

You Have Too Much Respect Upon The World; They Lose It That Do Buy It With Much Care

There Is Some Soul Of Goodness In Things Evil, Would Men Observingly Distill It Out.