Flatterers Look Like Friends, As Wolves Like

Give Me A Spirit That On This Life's Rough Sea Loves T'have His Sails Filled With A Lusty Wind, Even Till His Sail-yards Tremble, His Masts Crack, And His Ship Run On Her Side So Low That She Drinks Water, And Her Keel Plows Air.

Tis Immortality To Die Aspiring, As If A Man Were Taken Quick To Heaven.

So Our Lives In Acts Exemplary, Not Only Win Ourselves Good Names, But Doth To Others Give Matter For Virtuous Deeds, By Which We Live.

He Is At No End Of His Actions Blestwhose Ends Will Make Him Greatest, And Not Best.

Black Is A Pearl In A Woman's Eye.