An ill weed grows apace.
As night the life-inclining stars best shows, So lives obscure the starriest souls disclose.
Let pride go afore, shame will follow after.
Words writ in waters.
Let no man value at a little price A virtuous woman's counsel; her winged spirit Is feathered often times with heavenly words, And, like her beauty, ravishing and pure.
Be free all worthy spirits, and stretch yourselves, for greatness and for height.