O, How Wretched Is That Poor Man

My Will Enkindled By Mine Eyes And Ears, Two Traded Pilots 'twixt The Dangerous Shores Of Will And Judgment.

Like A Dull Actor Now, I Have Forgot My Part, And I Am Out, Even To A Full Disgrace.

I'll Make My Heaven In A Lady's Lap

But Fish Not With This Melancholy Bait For This Fool Gudgeon, This Opinion.

Your Praises Will Become Your Wages.