Unhappy Spirits That Fell With Lucifer, /

Infinite Riches In A Little Room.

I Am Envy...i Cannot Read And Therefore Wish All Books Burned.

What Are Kings, When Regiment Is Gone, But Perfect Shadows In A Sunshine Day?

More Childish Valorous Than Manly Wise.

Till Swollen With Cunning, Of A Self-conceit, His Waxen Wings Did Mount Above His Reach, And, Melting, Heavens Conspir'd His Overthrow.