How Low Am I, Thou Painted Maypole?

What Soilders Whey-face? The English For So Please You. Take Thy Face Hence.

Thriftless Ambition, That Wilt Ravin Up Thine Own Life's Means!

There's Nothing Situate Under Heaven's Eye But Hath His Bond In Earth, In Sea, In Sky. The Beasts, The Fishes, And The Winged Fowls Are Their Males' Subjects And At Their Controls. Man, More Divine, The Master Of All These, Lord Of The Wide World And Wild Wat'ry Seas, Indu'd With Intellectual Sense And Souls, Of More Pre-eminence Than Fish And Fowls, Are Masters To Their Females, And Their Lords; Then Let Your Will Attend On Their Accords.

Retire Me To My Milan, Where Every Third Thought Shall Be My Grave.

It Is Meant That Noble Minds Keep Ever With Their Likes; For Who So Firm That Cannot Be Seduced.