Patience, The Beggar's Virtue, Shall Find No

A Diamond, Though Set In Horns, Is Still A Diamond, And Sparkles In Purest Gold.

The Soul Is Strong That Trusts In Goodness.

Giants In Their Promises, But Those Obtained, Weak Pigmies In Their Performance.

Ill News Are Swallow-winged, But What Is Good Walks On Crutches.

The Sum Of All That Makes A Just Man Happy Consists In The Well Choosing Of His Wife: And There, Well To Discharge It, Does Require Equality Of Years, Of Birth, Of Fortune; For Beauty Being Poor, And Not Cried Up By Birth Or Wealth, Can Truly Mix With Neither. And Wealth, When There's Such Difference In Years, And Fair Descent, Must Make The Yoke Uneasy.