Pride Went Before, Ambition Follows Him.

Nice Customs Curtsy To Great Kings.

How Poor Are They That Have Not Patience! What Wound Did Ever Heal But By Degrees?

Love Is A Smoke Made With The Fume Of Sighs.

As A Decrepit Father Takes Delight To See His Active Child Do Deeds Of Youth, So I, Made Lame By Fortune's Dearest Spite, Take All My Comfort Of Thy Worth And Truth.

But Pearls Are Fair; And The Old Saying Is: Black Men Are Pearls In Beauteous Ladies' Eyes.