Hee that blowes in the dust fills his eyes with it.

Hee that blowes in the dust fills his eyes with it.

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.

Tyrants' fears
Decrease not, but grow faster than their years.

Tyrants' fears
Decrease not, but grow faster than their years.

Rivers neede a spring.

Rivers neede a spring.

Here I stand the perpetrator of the crime--turn then your sword
on me.

Here I stand the perpetrator of the crime--turn then your sword
on me.

Happy is the man to whom nature has given a sufficiency with even
a sparing hand.

Happy is the man to whom nature has given a sufficiency with even
a sparing hand.

Let each man have according to his deserts.

Let each man have according to his deserts.

For, wake where'er he may, man wakes to care and coil.

For, wake where'er he may, man wakes to care and coil.

Who overcomes
By force, hath overcome but half his foe.

Who overcomes
By force, hath overcome but half his foe.