To Be Rhymed To Death As Is

To Be Ambitious Of True Honor And Of The Real Glory And Perfection Of Our Nature Is The Very Principle And Incentive Of Virtue; But To Be Ambitious Of Titles, Place, Ceremonial Respects, And Civil Pageantry, Is As Vain And Little As The Things Are Which We Court

My Thoughts, Imprisoned In My Secret Woes, With Flamy Breaths Do Issue Oft In Sound.

A Noble Heart, Like The Sun, Showeth Its Greatest Countenance In Its Lowest Estate.

The Glory And Increase Of Wisdom Stands In Exercising It.

Great Is Not Great To The Greater.