In man, ambition is the common'st thing;
Each one by nature loves to be a king.

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169. SAFETY ON THE SHORE

What though the sea be calm? Trust to the shore;
Ships have been drown'd, where late they danced before.

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170. UPON A PAINTED GENTLEWOMAN

Men say you're fair; and fair ye are, 'tis true;
But, hark! we praise the painter now, not you.

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171. UPON WRINKLES

Wrinkles no more are, or no less,
Than beauty turn'd to sourness.