For Honesty Coupled To Beauty, Is To

For It Falls Out That What We Have We Prize Not To The Worth Whiles We Enjoy It, But Being Lacked And Lost, Why, Then We Rack The Value, Then We Find The Virtue That Possession Would Not Show Us While It Was Ours.

Soft Pity Enters An Iron Gate.

We Are The Lords Of All Eternity

O Villains, Vipers, Dogs, Easily Won To Fawn On Any Man!

Prosperity's The Very Bond Of Love.