The blood of youth burns not with such excess as gravity's revolt to wantonness.

I will keep where there is wit stirring, and leave the faction of fools.

Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile

Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.

The fool multitude, that choose by show, not learning more than the fond eye doth teach.

There is no sure foundation set on blood, No certain life achieved by others' death.

All is well ended if this suit be won. That you express content; which we will pay, With strife to please you, day exceeding day.