But Wild Ambition Loves To Slide, Not

For Truth Has Such A Face And Such A Mien, As To Be Loved Needs Only To Be Seen.

I Strongly Wish For What I Faintly Hope; Like The Daydreams Of Melancholy Men, I Think And Think In Things Impossible, Yet Love To Wander In That Golden Maze.

Resolved To Ruin Or To Rule The State.

Honor Is But An Empty Bubble.

All Flowers Will Droop In The Absence Of The Sun That Waked Their Sweets.