For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
Vaine is the vaunt, and victory unjust, that more to mighty hands, then rightfull cause doth trust.
Oft stumbles at a straw.
Ah, fool! faint heart fair lady ne'er could win.
Rising glory occasions the greatest envy, as kindling fire the greatest smoke.