Circle are praised, not that abound, In largeness, but the exactly round.
The chain that's fixed to the throne of Jove, On which the fabric of our world depends, One link dissolved, the whole creation ends.
If its length be not considered a merit, it hath no other.
Poets that lasting marble seek, Must come in Latin or in Greek.
Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.
When religion doth with virtue join, it makes a hero like an angel shine.