Such and so various are the tastes of men.

Away! Away! Tempt me no more insidious love.

This was Shakespeare's form; who walked in every path of human life, felt every passion; and to all mankind doth now, will ever, that experience yield which his own genius only could acquire.

Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys, and eagerly pursues imaginary joys.

The man forget not, though in rags he lies, and know the mortal through a crown's disguise.

And the veil, spun from the cobweb fashion of the times, to hid the feeling heart.