A Noble Heart, Like The

Gold Can Gild A Rotten Stick, And Dirt Sully An Ingot.

My True Love Hath My Heart, And I Have His

Sweet Food Of Sweetly Uttered Knowledge.

There Is Nothing Evil But What Is Within Us; The Rest Is Either Natural Or Accidental.

For The Uttering Sweetly And Properly The Conceit Of The Mind, English Hath It Equally With Any Other Tongue In The World.