Be Not Afraid Of Greatness.

Roses Have Thorns, And Silver Fountains Mud; Clouds And Eclipses Stain Both Moon And Sun, And Loathsome Canker Lies In Sweetest Bud. All Men Make Faults.

I Must Be Cruel Only To Be Kind; Thus Bad Begins, And Worse Remains Behind.

I May Neither Choose Who I Would, Nor Refuse Who I Dislike; So Is The Will Of A Living Daughter Curbed By The Will Of A Dead Father.

Oh, Flatter Me; For Love Delights In Praises.

Let Not The World See Fear And Sad Distrust Govern The Motion Of A Kingly Eye.