For We, Which Now Behold

Thus Hath The Candle Sing'd The Moth. O These Deliberate Fools!

Vice Repeated Is Like The Wandering Wind, Blows Dust In Others' Eyes To Spread Itself.

Exceeds Man's Might: That Dwells With The Gods Above.

Now All The Youth Of England Are On Fire, And Silken Dalliance In The Wardrobe Lies; Now Thrive The Armorers, And Honor's Thought Reigns Solely In The Breast Of Every Man.

The Sense Of Death Is Most In Apprehension.