When Workmen Strive To Do Better Than

In The Modesty Of Fearful Duty, I Read As Much As From The Rattling Tongue Of Saucy And Audacious Eloquence.

O Shame, Where Is Thy Blush?

I Have Drunk And Seen The Spider.

My Heart Laments That Virtue Cannot Live Out Of The Teeth Of Emulation.

I Have Full Cause Of Weeping, But This Heart Shall Break Into A Hundred Thousand Flaws Or Ere I'll Weep.