Poetry, A Speaking Picture To Teach And

Our Poor Eyes Were So Enriched As To Behold, And Our Low Hearts So Exalted As To Love, A Maid Who Is Such, That As The Greatest Thing The World Can Show Is Her Beauty, So The Least Thing That May Be Praised In Her Is Her Beauty.

And Thou My Minde Aspire To Higher Things; Grow Rich In That Which Never Taketh Rust.

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.

It Is Hard, But It Is Excellent, To Find The Right Knowledge Of When Correction Is Necessary And When Grace Doth Most Avail.

In Shame There Is No Comfort But To Be Beyond All Bounds Of Shame.