Reason! How Many Eyes Hast Thou To

The Journey Of High Honor Lies Not In Smooth Ways.

My True-love Hath My Heart, And I Have His, By Just Exchange, One For The Other Given; I Hold His Dear, And Mine He Cannot Miss, There Never Was A Better Bargain Driven.

A Churlish Courtesy Rarely Comes But Either For Gain Or Falsehood.

Our Erected Wit Maketh Us To Know What Perfection Is.

The Truly Great And Good, In Affliction, Bear A Countenance More Princely Than They Are Wont; For It Is The Temper Of The Highest Hearts, Like The Palm-tree, To Strive Most Upwards When It Is Most Burdened.