The Present Eye Praises The Present Object.

But 'tis Common Proof, That Lowliness Is Young Ambition's Ladder, Whereto The Climber-upward Turns His Face; But When He Once Attains The Upmost Round, He Then Turns His Back, Looks In The Clouds, Scorning The Vase Defrees By Which He Did Ascend.

Love's Best Habit Is A Soothing Tongue

They Are But Beggars That Can Count Their Worth.

If I For My Opinion Bleed, Opinion Shall Be Surgeon To My Hurt, And Keep Me On The Side Where Still I Am.

In The Night, Imagining Some Fear, How Easy Is A Bush Supposed A Bear!