Beauty Draws More Than Oxen.

Time Is The Rider That Breaks Youth.

Serve A Noble Disposition, Though Poore, The Time Comes That Hee Will Repay Thee.

There Would Be No Great Ones, If There Were No Little Ones.

I Envy No Man's Nightingale Or Spring; Nor Let Them Punish Me With Loss Of Rhyme, Who Plainly Say, My God, My King.

He That Mockes A Cripple, Ought To Be Whole.