Samuel Daniel

Th' aspirer, once attain'd unto the top,
Cuts off those means by which himself got up.

Th' aspirer, once attain'd unto the top,
Cuts off those means by which himself got up.

And who in time knows whither we may vent
The treasure of our tongue? To what strange shores
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And who in time knows whither we may vent
The treasure of our tongue? To what strange shores
This gain of our best glory shall be sent,
T' enrich unknowing nations with our stores?
What worlds in th' yet unformed Occident
May come refin'd with th' accents that are ours?

Striving to tell his woes, words would not come;
For light cares speak, when mighty griefs are dumb.

Striving to tell his woes, words would not come;
For light cares speak, when mighty griefs are dumb.

As that the walls worn thin, permit the mind
To look out through, and his Frailty find.

As that the walls worn thin, permit the mind
To look out through, and his Frailty find.

This many-headed monster, Multitude.

This many-headed monster, Multitude.