There Is Not One Wise

One Whom The Music Of His Own Vain Tongue Doth Ravish Like Enchanting Harmony.

So Doth The Greater Glory Dim The Less: A Substitute Shines Brightly As A King Until A King Be By.

'tis One Thing To Be Tempted, Another Thing To Fall.

I Must Have Liberty Withal, As Large A Charter As The Wind, To Blow On Whom I Please, For So Fools Have.

A Thousand Moral Paintings I Can Show That Shall Demonstrate These Quick Blows Of Fortune's More Pregnantly Than Words.