Men Should Be What They Seem.

Lilies That Fester Smell Far Worse Than Weeds.

O Hell! To Choose Love With Another's Eye.

In Struggling With Misfortunes Lies The True Proof Of Virtue.

Why, Who Cries Out On Pride That Can Therein Tax Any Private Party? Doth It Not Flow As Hugely As The Sea Till The Weary Very Means Do Ebb?

Love Moderately; Long Love Doth So; Too Swift Arrives As Tardy As Too Slow.