Greatest god below the sky.
For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
The man whom nature's self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.
Rising glory occasions the greatest envy, as kindling fire the greatest smoke.