Gold all is not that doth golden seem.
The nightingale is sovereign of song.
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.
Rising glory occasions the greatest envy, as kindling fire the greatest smoke.
Be bold, and everywhere be bold.