Fate's Such A Shrewish Thing.

An Ill Weed Grows Apace.

As Night The Life-inclining Stars Best Shows, So Lives Obscure The Starriest Souls Disclose.

Let No Man Value At A Little Price A Virtuous Woman's Counsel; Her Winged Spirit Is Feathered Often Times With Heavenly Words, And, Like Her Beauty, Ravishing And Pure.

We Inherit Nothing Truly, But What Our Actions Make Us Worthy Of.

So Our Lives In Acts Exemplary, Not Only Win Ourselves Good Names, But Doth To Others Give Matter For Virtuous Deeds, By Which We Live.