For They Are Yet Ear-kissing

Our Content Is Our Best Having.

Time ... Thou Ceaseless Lackey To Eternity.

Poor Wretches That Depend On Greatness' Favor, Dream As I Have Done; Wake, And Find Nothing.

Heaven Truly Knows That Thou Art False As Hell.

But Now I Am Cabined, Cribbed, Confined, Bound In To Saucy Doubts And Fears.