Virtue Is Bold, And Goodness Never Fearful.

His Jest Will Savour But Of Shallow Wit, When Thousands Weep, More Than Did Laugh At It.

The Fire Seven Times Tried This; Seven Times Tried That Judgement Is That Did Never Choose Amiss Some There Be That Shadows Kiss; Such Have But A Shadows Bliss, There Be Fool Alive, I Wis Silverd O'er, And So Was This Take What Wife You Will To Bed I Will Ever Be Your Head. So Be Gone; You Are Sped.

In Nature There's No Blemish But The Mind. None Can Be Called Deformed But The Unkind.

What, No More Ceremony? See, My Women! Against The Blown Rose May They Stop Their Nose That Kneel'd Unto The Buds.

And Too Soon Marred Are Those So Early Made.