Though The Desire Of Fame Be The

Without Good Company All Dainties Lose Their True Relish, And Like Painted Grapes, Are Only Seen, Not Tasted.

Such As Ne'er Saw Swans May Think Crows Beautiful.

Malice Scorned, Puts Out Itself; But Argued, Give A Kind Of Credit To A False Accusation.

From The King To The Beggar, By Gradation, All Are Servants; And You Must Grant, The Slavery Is Less To Study To Please One, Than Many.

He Is Not Valiant That Dares Lie; But He That Boldly Bears Calamity.