Love's Fire Heats Water, Water Cools Not

But 'tis Common Proof, That Lowliness Is Young Ambition's Ladder, Whereto The Climber-upward Turns His Face; But When He Once Attains The Upmost Round, He Then Turns His Back, Looks In The Clouds, Scorning The Vase Defrees By Which He Did Ascend.

It Is Lost At Dice, What Ancient Honor Won.

This Thing Of Darkness I Acknowledge Mine.

A Thousand Kisses Buys My Heart From Me; And Pay Them At Thy Leisure, One By One.

No Matter Where; Of Comfort No Man Speak: Let's Talk Of Graves, Of Worms, And Epitaphs; Make Dust Our Paper And With Rainy Eyes Write Sorrow On The Bosom Of The Earth