True beauty lives on high. Ours is but a flame borrowed thence.
Punishment is lame, but it comes.
True beauty dwells on high: ours is a flame But borrowed thence to light us thither. Beauty and beauteous words should go together.
As flames do work and wind when they ascend, So did I weave myself into the sense.
Who praiseth Saint Peter, doth not blame Saint Paul.
The Lame goes as farre as your staggerer. [The lame goes as far as your staggerer.]
In a retreat the lame are formost. [In a retreat the lame are foremost.]