There Is Flattery In Friendship.

There's Neither Honesty, Manhood, Nor Good Fellowship In Thee.

The Thorny Point Of Bare Distress Hath Ta'en From Me The Show Of Smooth Civility; Yet Am I Inland Bred And Know Some Nurture.

Nothing Can Seem Foul To Those Who Win.

Verily, I Swear, It Is Better To Be Lowly Born, And Range With Humble Livers In Content, Than To Be Perked Up In A Glistering Grief, And Wear A Golden Sorrow.

In Nature There's No Blemish But The Mind. None Can Be Called Deformed But The Unkind.