Much More May A Judge Overweigh Himself

There Is Little Hope Of Equity Where Rebellion Reigns.

Every Present Occasion Will Catch The Senses Of The Vain Man; And With That Bridle And Saddle You May Ride Him.

Liking Is Not Always The Child Of Beauty; But Whatsoever Is Liked, To The Liker Is Beautiful.

It Is Against Womanhood To Be Forward In Their Own Wishes.

With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb'st The Skies! How Silently, And With How Wan A Face!