Because I Oft In Darke Abstracted Guise Seeme Most Alone In Greatest Company, With Dearth Of Words, Or Answers Quite Awrie, To Them That Would Make Speech Of Speech Arise; They Deeme, And Of Their Doome The Runour Flies, That Poison Foul Of Bubbling Pride Doth Lie So In My Swelling Breast, That Only I Fawne On My Selfe, And Others Do Despise. Yet Pride I Thinke Doth Not My Soule Possesse (Which Looks Too Oft In His Vnflatt'Ring Glasse): But One Worse Fault, Ambition, I Confesse, That Makes Me Oft My Best Friends Ouerpasse, Vnseene, Vnheard, While Thought To Highest Place Bends All His Powers, Euen Vnto Stellaes Grace.