It is engendered in the eyes;
By gazing fed; and fancy dies
In the cradle where it read more

It is engendered in the eyes;
By gazing fed; and fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies.

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.

Hee that labours and thrives spins gold.

Hee that labours and thrives spins gold.

Prayers and provender hinder no journey.

Prayers and provender hinder no journey.

But time strips our illusions of their hue,
And one by one in turn some grand mistake
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But time strips our illusions of their hue,
And one by one in turn some grand mistake
Casts off its bright skin yearly like a snake.

A hand may first, and then a lip be kiss'd.

A hand may first, and then a lip be kiss'd.

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent
without hope.

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent
without hope.

Princes are venison in Heaven.

Princes are venison in Heaven.

A horse stumbles that hath foure legges.

A horse stumbles that hath foure legges.