Man Is A Torch Borne

An Ill Weed Grows Apace.

So Our Lives In Acts Exemplary, Not Only Win Ourselves Good Names, But Doth To Others Give Matter For Virtuous Deeds, By Which We Live.

I Pray, What Flowers Are These? The Pansy This, O, That's For Lover's Thoughts.

Fortune, The Great Commandress Of The World, Hath Divers Ways To Advance Her Followers: To Some She Gives Honor Without Deserving; To Other Some, Deserving Without Honor; Some Wit, Some Wealth,--and Some, Wit Without Wealth; Some Wealth Without Wit; Some Nor Wit Nor Wealth.

And Let A Scholar All Earth's Volumes Carry, He Will Be But A Walking Dictionary: A Mere Articulate Clock.