Fear Is Far More Painful To Cowardice

Music, I Say, The Most Divine Striker Of The Senses.

Truth Is The Ground Of Science, The Centre Wherein All Things Repose, And Is The Type Of Eternity.

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.

Unlawful Desires Are Punished After The Effect Of Enjoying; But Impossible Desires Are Punished In The Desire Itself.

High Honor Is Not Only Gotten And Born By Pain And Danger, But Must Be Nursed By The Like, Else It Vanisheth As Soon As It Appears To The World.