Gold Can Gild A Rotten

It Is A Lively Spark Of Nobleness To Descend In Most Favour To One When He Is Lowest In Affliction

Come Sleep! Oh Sleep, The Certain Knot Of Peace, The Baiting-place Of Wit, The Balm Of Woe, The Poor Man's Wealth, The Prisoner's Release, The Indifferent Judge Between The High And Low.

...the Poet, He Nothing Affirmeth, And Therefore Never Lieth.

The Lightsome Countenance Of A Friend Giveth Such An Inward Decking To The House Where It Lodgeth, As Proudest Palaces Have Cause To Envy The Gilding.

The First Mark Of Valor Is Defence.