But ne'er the rose without the thorn.
Humble we must be, if to heaven we go; High is the roof there, but the gate is low.
Temptations hurt not, though they have accesse; Satan o'ercomes none but by willingnesse.
It is the end that crowns us, not the fight.
The first act's doubtful, but we say, it is the last commends the play.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun.