For Thy Sweet Love Remember'd Such Wealth

Cease To Lament For That Thou Canst Not Help; And Study Help For That Which Thou Lamentest.

O Good Old Man, How Well In Thee Appears The Constant Service Of The Antique World, When Service Sweat For Duty, Not For Meed! Thou Art Not For The Fashion Of These Times, Where None Will Sweat But For Promotion, And Having That Do Choke Their Service Up Even With The Having. . . .

You Are Thought Here To The Most Senseless And Fit Man For The Job.

Sweet Are The Uses Of Adversity Which, Like The Toad, Ugly And Venomous, Wears Yet A Precious Jewel In His Head.

Self-love, My Liege, Is Not So Vile A Sin, As Self-neglecting.