When A Virtuous Man Is Raised, It

Our Whole Life Is Like A Play.

True Happiness Consists Not In The Multitude Of Friends, But In The Worth And Choice.

I Now Think, Love Is Rather Deaf, Than Blind, For Else It Could Not Be, That She, Whom I Adore So Much, Should So Slight Me, And Cast My Love Behind.

Who Casts To Write A Living Line, Must Sweat.

For He That Once Is Good, Is Ever Great.