For Any Man To Match Above His

Death Hath A Thousand Doors To Let Out Life.

Oh That Thou Hadst Like Others Been All Words, And No Performance.

Man Was Mark'd A Friend In His Creation To Himself, And May, With Fit Ambition, Conceive The Greatest Blessings, And The Highest Honors Appointed For Him, If He Can Achieve Them The Right And Noble Way.

Detraction's A Bold Monster, And Fears Not To Wound The Fame Of Princes, If It Find But Any Blemish In Their Lives To Work On.

I Had Not To This Time Subsisted, But That I Was Supported By Your Frequent Courtesies And Favours.