A Turn Or Two I'll Walk To

Is Not Birth, Beauty, Good Shape, Discourse, Manhood, Learning, Gentleness, Virtue, Youth, Liberality, And Such Like, The Spice And Salt That Season A Man

Things Won Are Done, Joy's Soul Lies In The Doing.

The Band That Seems To Tie Their Friendship Together Will Be The Very Strangler Of Their Amity.

Our Enemies Are Our Outward Consciences.

How Much More Doth Beauty Beauteous Seem By That Sweet Ornament Which Truth Doth Give!