An Honest Man, Sir, Is Able To

I Am A True Laborer: I Earn That I Eat, Get That I Wear, Owe No Man Hate, Envy No Man's Happiness, Glad Of Other Men's Good, Content With My Harm.

Love Is A Spirit All Compact Of Fire.

Thou Shouldst Not Have Been Old Till Thou Hadst Been Wise.

Civil Dissension Is A Viperous Worm That Gnaws The Bowels Of The Commonwealth.

Fair Ladies, Masked, Are Roses In Their Bud; Dismasked, The Damask Sweet Commixture Shown, Are Angels Vailing Clouds, Or Roses Blown.