Sin Is The Mother, And Shame The

Those Lovers Scorn Whom That Love Doth Possess? Do They Call Virtue There Ungratefulness?

Poetry, A Speaking Picture To Teach And Delight.

Who Shoots At The Mid-day Sun, Though He Be So Sure He Shall Never Hit The Mark, Yet As Sure As He Is, He Shall Shoot Higher Than He Who Aims At A Bush.

The Truly Great Man Is As Apt To Forgive As His Power Is Able To Revenge.

Friendship Is Made Fast By Interwoven Benefits.