Our Holy Lives Must Win A New

Ambition, The Soldier's Virtue, Rather Makes Choice Of Loss, Than Gain Which Darkens Him.

The Ostentation Of Our Love, Which, Left Unshown, Is Often Left Unloved.

Woe To That Land That's Governed By A Child.

A Thousand Moral Paintings I Can Show That Shall Demonstrate These Quick Blows Of Fortune's More Pregnantly Than Words.

The Whirligig Of Time Brings In His Revenges.