And, Looking On It With Lack-lustre Eye,

Care Is No Cure, But Rather Corrosive, For Things That Are Not To Be Remedied.

In Thee Thy Mother Dies, Our Household's Name, My Death's Revenge, Thy Youth, And England's Fame.

Show Me A Mistress That Is Passing Fair, What Doth Her Beauty Serve But As A Note Where I May Read Who Pass'd That Passing Fair?

When That The Poor Have Cried, Caesar Hath Wept: Ambition Should Be Made Of Sterner Stuff: Yet Brutus Says He Was Ambitious; And Brutus Is An Honourable Man.

Light Vanity, Insatiate Cormorant, Consuming Means, Soon Preys Upon Itself.