The due of honor in no point omit.

Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.

But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.

God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide and lantern to my feet.

Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do.

Ready to go but never to return.