To Doubt Is Worse Than To Have

I Had Not To This Time Subsisted, But That I Was Supported By Your Frequent Courtesies And Favours.

My Dancing Days Are Past.

Detraction's A Bold Monster, And Fears Not To Wound The Fame Of Princes, If It Find But Any Blemish In Their Lives To Work On.

Nay, Droop Not, Fellows; Innocence Should Be Bold.

To Doubt Is Worse Than To Have Lost; And To Despair Is But To Antedate Those Miseries That Must Fall On Us.