He That Shuns Trifles Must

Be Free All Worthy Spirits, And Stretch Yourselves, For Greatness And For Height.

Let Pride Go Afore, Shame Will Follow After.

For One Heat, All Know, Doth Drive Out Another, One Passion Doth Expel Another Still.

An Ill Weed Grows Apace.

I Pray, What Flowers Are These? The Pansy This, O, That's For Lover's Thoughts.