For They Are Yet Ear-kissing Arguments.

They Love Least That Let Men Know Their Loves.

You May My Glories And My State Depose, But Not My Griefes; Still Am I King Of Those.

Wisely, I Say, I Am A Bachelor.

We, Ignorant Of Ourselves, Beg Often Our Own Harms, Which The Wise Powers Deny Us For Our Good; So Find We Profit By Losing Of Our Prayers.

If We Are True To Ourselves, We Can Not Be False To Anyone.