Each Must In Virtue Strive For To

In Ways To Greatness Think On This, That Slippery All Ambition Is

Give, If Thou Can, An Alms; If Not, A Sweet And Gentle Word.

Tears Are The Noble Language Of Eyes, And When True Love Of Words Is Destitute. The Eye By Tears Speak, While The Tongue Is Mute.

Twixt Kings And Tyrants There's This Difference Known; Kings Seek Their Subjects' Good: Tyrants Their Own.

Things Are Evermore Sincere; / Candor Here, And Lustre There / Delighting.