As You From Crimes Would Pardon'd Be,

When A Wise Man Gives Thee Better Counsel, Give Me Mine Again.

Verily, I Swear, It Is Better To Be Lowly Born, And Range With Humble Livers In Content, Than To Be Perked Up In A Glistering Grief, And Wear A Golden Sorrow.

Come What Sorrow Can, It Cannot Countervail The Exchange Of Joy, That One Short Minute Gives Me In Her Sight

Cease To Lament For That Thou Canst Not Help; And Study Help For That Which Thou Lamentest.

It Is War's Prize To Take All Vantages; And Ten To One Is No Impeach Of Valor.