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At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.
At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me.
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me.
Sometimes the best gaine is to lose.
Sometimes the best gaine is to lose.
The price never stood in the way of her inclination.
The price never stood in the way of her inclination.
He who meditates a crime secretly within himself has all the
guilt of the act.
He who meditates a crime secretly within himself has all the
guilt of the act.
How can man die better,
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of this fathers
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How can man die better,
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of this fathers
And the temples of his gods?
The vertue of a coward is suspition.
The vertue of a coward is suspition.
All that's bright must fade,--
The brightest still the fleetest;
All that's sweet was made
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All that's bright must fade,--
The brightest still the fleetest;
All that's sweet was made
But to be lost when sweetest.
