My Long Sickness Of Health And Living

Ambition's Debt Is Paid.

Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind Thou Art Not So Unkind, As Man's Ingratitude.

I Hourly Learn A Doctrine Of Obedience.

The Devil Knew What He Did When He Made Men Politic; He Crossed Himself By It.

Your Lordship, Though Not Clean Past Your Youth, Have Yet Some Smack Of Age In You, Some Relish Of The Saltiness Of Time.