Knavery's Plain Face Is Never Seen Till

Vaulting Ambition, Which O'erleaps Itself And Falls On The Other Side

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.

I'll Follow Thee And Make A Heaven Of Hell, To Die Upon The Hand I Love So Well

He Says, He Loves My Daughter; I Think So Too; For Never Gaz'd The Moon Upon The Water, As He'll Stand And Read, As 'twere, My Daughter's Eyes: And, To Be Plain, I Think, There Is Not Half A Kiss To Choose, Who Loves Another Best.

Praising What Is Lost Makes The Remembrance Dear