Now, my sere fancy "falls into the yellow
Leaf," and imagination droops her pinion;
And the sad read more

Now, my sere fancy "falls into the yellow
Leaf," and imagination droops her pinion;
And the sad truth, which hovers o'er my desk,
Turns what was once romantic to burlesque.

There are many waies to fame.

There are many waies to fame.

In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return
unto the ground; for out of read more

In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return
unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou
art, and unto dust shalt thou return.

For many are called, but few are chosen.

For many are called, but few are chosen.

The constancy of the benefit of the yeere in their seasons argues
a Deity.

The constancy of the benefit of the yeere in their seasons argues
a Deity.

One sound blow will serve to undo us all.

One sound blow will serve to undo us all.

The plant often removed cannot thrive.

The plant often removed cannot thrive.

Consider not what may do, but what it will become you to do.

Consider not what may do, but what it will become you to do.

Ease and honour are seldom bed-fellows.

Ease and honour are seldom bed-fellows.