A Good Heart 'is Worth Gold.

I May Command Where I Adore.

The World Is Grown So Bad, That Wrens Make Prey Where Eagles Dare Not Perch.

Poor And Content, Is Rich And Rich Enough; But Riches, Fineless, Is As Poor As Winter, To Him That Ever Fears He Shall Be Poor.

'by Heaven, That Thou Art Fair, Is Most Infallible True, That Thou Art Beauteous Truth Itself, That Thou Art Lovely. More Fairer Than Fair, Beautiful Than Beauteous, Truer Than Truth Itself, Have Commiseration On Thy Heroical Vassal.

There Is Nothing So Confining As The Prisons Of Our Own Perceptions.