To Be Now A Sensible Man, By

I Had Rather Hear My Dog Bark At A Crow, Than A Man Swear He Loves Me.

Crowns Have Their Compass-length Of Days Their Date- Triumphs Their Tomb-felicity, Her Fate- Of Nought But Earth Can Earth Make Us Partaker, But Knowledge Makes A King Most Like His Maker.

Preferment Goes By Letter And Affection, And Not By Old Gradation, Where Each Second Stood Heir To Th's First.

Golden Lads And Girls All Must As Chimney Sweepers Come To Dust.

And Blind Oblivion Swallowed Cities Up.