Ambition Thinks No Face So Beautiful As

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

My Thoughts, Imprisoned In My Secret Woes, With Flamy Breaths Do Issue Oft In Sound.

True Bravery Is Quiet, Undemonstrative.

Nature Never Set Forth The Earth In So Rich Tapestry As Divers Poets Have Done; Neither With Pleasant Rivers, Fruitful Trees, Sweet-smelling Flowers, Nor Whatsoever Else May Make The Too-much-loved Earth More Lovely; Her World Is Brazen, The Poets Only Deliver A Golden.

Sweet Food Of Sweetly Uttered Knowledge.