William Shakespeare,
The Works of William Shakespeare…
“ for men, like butterflies, Show not their mealy wings but to the summer, And not a man, for being simply man, [1707] 80 Hath any honour, but honour for those honours [1708] That are without him, as place, riches, and favour, [1709] Prizes of accident as oft as merit: Which when they fall, as being slippery standers, The love that lean'd on them as slippery too, [1710] 85 Do one pluck down another and together [1711] [1712] Die in the fall. ”
