O empty boast of flesh.
1634 Castara,'Upon Beauty'.
The stars, bright sentinels of the skies.William Habington
As yourselves your empires fall, and every kingdom hath a grave.William Habington
I hate the countrie's dirt and manners, yet I love the silence; I embrace the wit; A courtship, flowing here in full tide. But loathe the expense, the vanity and pride. No place each way is happy.William Habington