Blasphemous Words Betray The Vain Foolishness Of

Yet Sighes, Deare Sighes, Indeeds True Friends You Are That Do Not Leave Your Left Friend At The Wurst, But, As You With My Breast, I Oft Have Nurst So, Gratefull Now, You Waite Upon My Care.

A True Knight Is Fuller Of Bravery In The Midst, Than In The Beginning Of Danger.

Scoffing Cometh Not Of Wisdom.

Our Poor Eyes Were So Enriched As To Behold, And Our Low Hearts So Exalted As To Love, A Maid Who Is Such, That As The Greatest Thing The World Can Show Is Her Beauty, So The Least Thing That May Be Praised In Her Is Her Beauty.

Friendship Is Made Fast By Interwoven Benefits.