Each goodly thing is hardest to begin.
Change still doth reign, and keep the greater sway.
The poets scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives; all else is claimed by death.
For whatsoever from one place doth fall, Is with the tide unto an other brought: For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
Vaine is the vaunt, and victory unjust, that more to mighty hands, then rightfull cause doth trust.