“Aye me, how many perils do enfold The righteous man, to make him daily fall? Were not, that heavenly grace doth him uphold, And steadfast truth acquite him out of all.”

“Gold all is not that doth golden seem.”

“The poets' scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives; all else is claimed by death.”

“Yet gold all is not, that doth gold seem, Nor all good knights, that shake well spear and shield: The worth of all men by their end esteem, And then praise, or due reproach them yield.”