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.

It's a poore stake that cannot stand one yeare in the ground.

It's a poore stake that cannot stand one yeare in the ground.

Women laugh when they can, and weepe when they will.

Women laugh when they can, and weepe when they will.

Conscience, the executioner, shaking her secret scourge.

Conscience, the executioner, shaking her secret scourge.

For over-warmth, if false, is worse than truth.

For over-warmth, if false, is worse than truth.

One flower makes no garland.

One flower makes no garland.

The filth under the white snow, the sunne discovers.

The filth under the white snow, the sunne discovers.

Fieldes have eies and woodes have eares.

Fieldes have eies and woodes have eares.

Nature abhors a vacuum.
[Fr., Natura abhorret vacuum.]

Nature abhors a vacuum.
[Fr., Natura abhorret vacuum.]