Cupid Makes It His Sport To Pull

Inquisitiveness Is An Uncomely Guest.

Valor Is Abased By Too Much Loftiness.

The Lightsome Countenance Of A Friend Giveth Such An Inward Decking To The House Where It Lodgeth, As Proudest Palaces Have Cause To Envy The Gilding.

There Is Nothing So Great That I Fear To Do It For My Friend; Nothing So Small That I Will Disdain To Do It For Him.

As The Love Of The Heavens Makes Us Heavenly, The Love Of Virtue Virtuous, So Doth The Love Of The World Make One Become Worldly.