The Glory And Increase Of Wisdom Stands

Hope Itself Is A Pain, While It Is Overmatched By Fear.

There Is No Dearth Of Charity In The World In Giving, But There Is Comparatively Little Exercised In Thinking And Speaking.

In The Clear Mind Of Virtue Treason Can Find No Hiding-place.

With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb'st The Skies! How Silently, And With How Wan A Face!

Who Doth Desire That Chaste His Wife Should Be, First Be He True, For Truth Doth Truth Deserve.