I Know No Disease Of The Soul

Success Hath Made Me Wanton.

True Gladness Doth Not Always Speak; Joy, Bred And Born But In The Tongue, Is Weak.

Still To Be Neat, Still To Be Drest, As You Were Going To A Feast, Still To Be Powder'd, All Perfum'd. Lady, It Is To Be Presumed, Though Art's Hid Causes Are Not Found, All Is Not Sweet, All Is Not Sound.

The Two Chief Things That Give A Man Reputation In Counsel, Are The Opinion Of His Honesty, And The Opinion Of His Wisdom; The Authority Of Those Two Will Persuade.

Were Guilt Is, Rage And Courage Doth Abound.