By Outward Show Let's Not Be Cheated;

You Can Only Be Called A Hypocrite If You Judge Others First.

Is There No Hope? The Sick Man Said, The Silent Doctor Shook His Head, And Took His Leave With Signs Of Sorrow, Despairing Of His Fee To-morrow.

My Lodging Is On The Cold Ground, And Hard, Very Hard, Is My Fare, But That Which Grieves Me More Is The Coldness Of My Dear.

Envy's A Sharper Spur Than Pay: No Author Ever Spar'd A Brother; Wits Are Gamecocks To One Another.

Fair Is The Kingcup That In Meadow Blows, Fair Is The Daisy That Beside Her Grows.