Shallow Brooks Murmur Most, Deep And Silent

The Highest Point Outward Things Can Bring Unto, Is The Contentment Of The Mind; With Which No Estate Can Be Poor, Without Which All Estates Will Be Miserable.

Yet Sighes, Deare Sighes, Indeeds True Friends You Are That Do Not Leave Your Left Friend At The Wurst, But, As You With My Breast, I Oft Have Nurst So, Gratefull Now, You Waite Upon My Care.

As Well The Soldier Dieth Who Standeth Still As He That Gives The Bravest Onset.

Those Lovers Scorn Whom That Love Doth Possess? Do They Call Virtue There Ungratefulness?

As The Fertilest Ground, Must Be Manured, So Must The Highest Flying Wit Have A Daedalus To Guide Him.