A Good Heart 'is Worth Gold.

That If You Be Honest And Fair, Your Honesty Should Admit No Discourse To Your Beauty.

Now The Melancholy Of God Protect Thee, And The Tailor Make Thy Doublet Of Changable Taffata, For Thy Mind Is A Very Opal. I Would Have Men Of Such Constancy Put To Sea, That Their Business Might Be Everything, And Their Intent Everywhere, For That's It, That Always Makes A Good Voyage Of Nothing.

His Jest Will Savour But Of Shallow Wit, When Thousands Weep, More Than Did Laugh At It.

As Love Is Full Of Unbefitting Strains, All Wanton As A Child, Skipping And Vain, Form'd By The Eye And Therefore, Like The Eye, Full Of Strange Shapes, Of Habits And Of Forms, Varying In Subjects As The Eye Doth Roll To Every Varied Object In His Glance

Have More Than You Show, Speak Less Than You Know.