My Meaning In Saying He Is A

Ambition, The Soldier's Virtue.

Remember Thee! Ay, Thou Poor Ghost, While Memory Holds A Seat In This Distracted Globe.

Now Would I Give A Thousand Furlongs Of Sea For An Acre Of Barren Ground.

The Love That Follows Us Sometime Is Our Trouble, Which Still We Thank As Love.

My Father Names Me Autolycus, Who Being, As I Am, Littered Under Mercury, Was Likewise A Snapper-up Of Unconsidered Trifles.