More Can I Bear Than You Dare

So May The Outward Shows Be Least Themselves; The World Is Still Deceived With Ornament.

The Wound Of Peace Is Surety, Surety Secure; But Modest Doubt Is Called The Beacon Of The Wise, The Tent That Searches To Th' Bottom Of The Worst.

But I Am Constant As The Northern Star, Of Whose True Fixed And Resting Quality There Is No Fellow In The Firmament.

A Stirring Dwarf We Do Allowance Give Before A Sleeping Giant.

Having Nothing, Nothing Can He Lose.