Never Anger Made Good Guard For Itself.

Through Tattered Clothes, Small Vices Do Appear. Robes And Furred Gowns Hide All.

The Foole Doth Thinke He Is Wise, But The Wiseman Knowes Himselfe To Be A Foole.

The Prince Of Darkness Is A Gentleman!

I Will Chide No Breather In The World But Myself, Against Whom I Know Most Faults.

But Till All Graces Be In One Woman, One Woman Shall Not Come In My Grace. Rich She Shall Be, That's Certain; Wise, Or I'll None; Virtuous, Or I'll Never Cheapen Her; Fair, Or I'll Never Look On Her; Mild, Or Come Not Near Me; Noble, Or Not I For An Angel; Of Good Discourse, And Excellent Musician And Her Hair Shall Be Of What Colour It Shall Please God.