The Superior Man Acquaints Himself

For To Interpose A Little Ease, Let Our Frail Thoughts Dally With False Surmise.

With Diadem And Sceptre High Advanced, The Lower Still I Fall; Only Supreme In Misery; Such Joy Ambition Finds.

Solitude Is Sometimes The Best Society.

Immediate Are The Acts Of God, More Swift Than Time Or Motion.

. . . For Beauty Stands In The Admiration Only Of Weak Minds Led Captive. Cease To Admire, And All Her Plumes Fall Flat And Shrink Into A Trivial Toy, At Every Sudden Slighting Quite Abash'd.