The misery of us, that are born great, We are forced to woo because none dare woo us.
Gold that buys health can never be ill spent, Nor hours laid out in harmless merriment.
See, a good habit makes a child a man, Whereas a bad one makes a man a beast.
Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are cut with our own dust.
Eagles commonly fly alone. They are crows, daws, and starlings that flock together.
Do you not weep? Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out. The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens.