In all our quest of greatness, like wanton boys, whose pastime is their care, we follow after bubbles, blown in the air.
Though lust do masque in ne'er so strange disguise she's oft found witty, but is never wise.
Integrity of life is fame's best friend, which nobly, beyond death, shall crown in the end.
That friend a great man's ruin strongly checks, who rails into his belief all his defects.
Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are cut with our own dust.
When I go to hell, I mean to carry a bribe for look you, good gifts evermore make way for the worst persons.
Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are cut with our own dust.
That friend a great man's ruin strongly checks, who rails into his belief all his defects.
Integrity of life is fame's best friend, which nobly, beyond death, shall crown in the end.
Though lust do masque in ne'er so strange disguise she's oft found witty, but is never wise.
In all our quest of greatness, like wanton boys, whose pastime is their care, we follow after bubbles, blown in the air.