I Am Ill At These

The Fringed Curtains Of Thine Eye Advance, And Say What Thou Seest Yond.

Withal I Did Infer Your Lineaments, Being The Right Idea Of Your Father, Both In Your Form And Nobleness Of Mind; Laid Open All Your Victories In Scotland, Your Discipline In War, Wisdom In Peace, Your Bounty, Virtue, Fair Humility; Indeed, Left Nothing Fitting For Your Purpose Untouch'd Or Slightly Handled In Discourse.

I Myself Am Best When Least In Company.

Now, My Masters, Happy Man Be His Dole, Say I; Every Man To His Business.

Th Abuse Of Greatness Is When It Disjoins Remorse From Power.