Honor, Thou Strong Idol Of Man's Mind.

All Is But Lip-wisdom Which Wants Experience.

I Seek No Better Warrant Than My Own, Conscience.

The Many-headed Multitude, Whom Inconstancy Only Doth By Accident Guide To Well-doing! Who Can Set Confidence There, Where Company Takes Away Shame, And Each May Lay The Fault Upon His Fellow?

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.

The End Of All Knowledge Should Be In Virtuous Action.