Had I As Many Souls As There

Virginity, Albeit Some Highly Prize It, Compared With Marriage, Had You Tried Them Both, Differs As Much As Wine And Water Doth.

Virtue Is The Fount Whence Honour Springs.

Cut Is The Branch That Might Have Grown Full Straight, And Burned Is Apollo's Laurel Bough, That Sometime Grew Within This Learned Man. Faustus Is Gone.

Goodness Is Beauty In The Best Estate.

Honour Is Purchas'd By The Deeds We Do.