Fair Words Never Hurt The Tongue.

Give Me A Spirit That On This Life's Rough Sea Loves T'have His Sails Filled With A Lusty Wind, Even Till His Sail-yards Tremble, His Masts Crack, And His Ship Run On Her Side So Low That She Drinks Water, And Her Keel Plows Air.

Archers Ever Have Two Strings To Bow; And Shall Great Cupid (archer Of Archers Both In Men And Women), Be Worse Provided Than A Common Archer?

As Night The Life-inclining Stars Best Shows, So Lives Obscure The Starriest Souls Disclose.

Be Free All Worthy Spirits, And Stretch Yourselves, For Greatness And For Height.

Perfect Happiness, By Princes Sought, Is Not With Birth Born, Nor Exchequers Bought.