The Devil Is A Gentleman.

Where Hateful Death Put On His Ugliest Mask.

It Is The Witness Still Of Excellency To Put A Strange Face On His Own Perfection.

My Endeavors Have Ever Come Too Short Of My Desires. Yet Filed With My Abilities.

Value Dwells Not In Particular Will; It Holds His Estimate And Dignity As Well Wherein 'tis Precious Of Itself As In The Prizer.

He That Is Proud Eats Up Himself: Pride Is His Own Glass, His Own Trumpet, His Own Chronicle.