A Golden Mind Stoops Not

Though Fortune's Malice Overthrow My State, My Mind Exceeds The Compass Of Her Wheel.

There's Not A Shirt And A Half In All My Company, And The Half Shirt Is Two Napkins Tacked Together And Thrown Over The Shoulders Like A Herald's Coat Without Sleeves.

The Dear Father Would With His Daughter Speak, Commands Her Service; Are They Inform'd Of This?

There Was Never Yet Fair Woman But She Made Mouths In A Glass.

I Have Of Late--but Wherefore I Know Not--lost All My Mirth, Forgone All Custom Of Exercise.