Slander lives upon succession, For ever housed where it gets possession.
Quote: What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?
Society is no comfort, to one not sociable.
Conceit in weakest bodies works the strongest.
Perseverance, my dear Lord. Keeps honour bright.
O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last, And careful hours with Time's deformed hand Have written strange defeatures in my face. But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice?