I Hourly Learn A Doctrine Of Obedience.

Men At Sometime Are The Masters Of Their Fate.

My Crown Is In My Heart, Not On My Head; Not Decked With Diamonds And Indian Stones, Nor To Be Seen: My Crown Is Called Content, A Crown It Is That Seldom Kings Enjoy.

This Is Some Fellow, Who Having Been Prais'd For Bluntness, Doth Affect A Saucy Roughness And Constrains The Garb Quite From His Nature: He Can't Flatter, He! An Honest Mind And Plain,--he Must Speak Truth! And They Will Take It So; If Not He's Plain. These Kind Of Knaves I Know, Which In This Plainness Harbor More Craft, And Far Corrupter Ends, Than Twenty Silly, Ducking Observants, That Stretch Their Duty Nicely.

You Know That I Do Fawn On Men, And Hug Them Hard, And After Scandal Them.

Many Strokes, Though With A Little Axe, Hew Down And Fell The Hardest-timber'd Oak.