Well, Honor Is The Subject Of My

Beauty Lives With Kindness.

Will Fortune Never Come With Both Hands Full, But Write Her Fair Words Still In Foulest Terms?

Assume A Virtue If You Have It Not.

Love For Thy Love , And Hand For Hand I Give.

O How Wretched Is That Poor Man That Hangs On Princes Favors! There Is Betwixt That Smile We Would Aspire To, That Sweet Aspect Of Princes, And Their Ruin, More Pangs And Fears Than Wars Or Women Have, And When He Falls, He Falls Like Lucifer, Never To Hope Again.