My True Love Hath My Heart, And

To Be Ambitious Of True Honor And Of The Real Glory And Perfection Of Our Nature Is The Very Principle And Incentive Of Virtue; But To Be Ambitious Of Titles, Place, Ceremonial Respects, And Civil Pageantry, Is As Vain And Little As The Things Are Which We Court

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.

In The Clear Mind Of Virtue Treason Can Find No Hiding-place.

Thinking Nurseth Thinking.

A Brave Captain Is As A Root, Out Of Which, As Branches, The Courage Of His Soldiers Doth Spring.