True Bravery Is Quiet, Undemonstrative.

Yet Sighes, Deare Sighes, Indeeds True Friends You Are That Do Not Leave Your Left Friend At The Wurst, But, As You With My Breast, I Oft Have Nurst So, Gratefull Now, You Waite Upon My Care.

Ambition, Like Love, Can Abide No Lingering; And Ever Urgeth On His Own Successes, Hating Nothing But What May Stop Them.

Often Extraordinary Excellence, Not Being Rightly Conceived, Does Rather Offend Than Please.

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

There Is Nothing Evil But What Is Within Us; The Rest Is Either Natural Or Accidental.