Valor Is Abased By Too Much Loftiness.

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.

I Willingly Confess That It Likes Me Better When I Find Virtue In A Fair Lodging Than When I Am Bound To Seek It In An Ill-favored Creature.

I Seek No Better Warrant Than My Own, Conscience.

Since Bodily Strength Is But A Servant To The Mind, It Were Very Barbarous And Preposterous That Force Should Be Made Judge Over Reason.

Gold Can Gild A Rotten Stick, And Dirt Sully An Ingot.