Slander lives upon succession, For ever housed where it gets possession.
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side
The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.
Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways.
Inconstancy falls off ere it begins.
So we grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition, two lovely berries molded on one stem.