He Was Ever Precise In Promise-keeping.

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.

You Wear Out A Good Wholesome Forenoon In Hearing A Cause Between An Orange Wife And A Fosset-seller.

Like Patience Gazing On Kings' Graves, And Smiling Extremity Out Of Act.

The Gallantry Of His Grief Did Put Me Into A Towering Passion.

Love's Mind Of Judgment Rarely Hath A Taste: Wings And No Eyes Figure Unheedy Haste.