Some Kinds Of Baseness Are Nobly Undergone.

The Arms Are Fair, When The Intent Of Bearing Them Is Just.

O That Men's Ears Should Be To Counsel Deaf But Not To Flattery!

Travelers Never Did Lie, Though Fools At Home Condemn Them.

My Free Drift Halts Not Particularly, But Moves Itself In A Wide Sea Of Wax; No Levelled Malice Infects One Comma In The Course I Hold, But Flies An Eagle Flight, Bold And Forth On, Leaving No Tract Behind.

O God, O God, How Weary, Stale, Flat, And Unprofitable Seem To Me All The Uses Of This World!