Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise,
(That last infirmity of noble mind)
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Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise,
(That last infirmity of noble mind)
To scorn delights, and live laborious days;
But the fair guerdon when we hope to find,
And think to burst out into sudden blaze,
Comes the blind Fury with th' abhorred shears,
And slits the thin-spun life.

He told me once
The saddest thing that can befall the soul,
Is when it loses faith read more

He told me once
The saddest thing that can befall the soul,
Is when it loses faith in God and woman,
For he had lost them both. Lost I those gems,
Though the world's throne stood open in my path,
I would go wandering back into my childhood,
Searching for them with tears.

Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.

Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.

In the morning mountaines, in the evening fountaines.

In the morning mountaines, in the evening fountaines.

Be wise to-day; 'tis madness to defer.

Be wise to-day; 'tis madness to defer.

Hee that hath right, feares; he that hath wrong, hopes.

Hee that hath right, feares; he that hath wrong, hopes.

The more the eggs, the worse the hatch,
The more the fish, the worse the catch.

The more the eggs, the worse the hatch,
The more the fish, the worse the catch.

In vaine is the mill-clacke, if the Miller his hearing lack.

In vaine is the mill-clacke, if the Miller his hearing lack.

The Royall Crowne cures not the head-ach.
[The Royal Crown cures not the headache.]

The Royall Crowne cures not the head-ach.
[The Royal Crown cures not the headache.]