I Do Not Seek To

We Are Ready To Try Our Fortunes To The Last Man.

O The World Is But A Word; Were It All Yours To Give It In A Breath, How Quickly Were It Gone!

I Am Not In The Roll Of Common Men.

Why, All Delights Are Vain; But That Most Vain, Which, With Pain Purchas'd, Doth Inherit Pain.

Some Glory In Their Birth , Some In Their Skill , Some In Their Wealth , Some In Their Bodies' Force , Some In Their Garments, Though New-fangled Ill; Some In Their Hawks And Hounds , Some In Their Horse ; And Every Humor Hath His Adjunct Pleasure , Wherein It Finds A Joy Above The Rest .