These Blessed Candles Of The Night.

You Have Lost No Reputation At All, Unless You Repute Yourself Such A Loser.

To Set A Gloss On Faint Deeds, Hollow Welcomes, Recanting Goodness, Sorry Ere 'tis Shown; But Where There Is True Friendship, There Needs None.

Preferment Goes By Letter And Affection, And Not By Old Gradation, Where Each Second Stood Heir To Th's First.

Well, I Must Be Patient; There Is No Fettering Of Authority.

With Love's Light Wings Did I O'er-perch These Walls, For Stony Limits Cannot Hold Love Out