I was promised on a time - to have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.
He that strives to touch the stars, oft stumbles at a straw.
No greater shame to man than inhumanity.
All that in this world is great or gaie doth as a vapour vanish, and decaie.
The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
It is the mind that maketh good or ill, that maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor.