“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.”

“Why then should witless man so much misweene That nothing is but that which he hath seene?”