The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne. For a man by nothing is so well bewrayd, As by his manners. - Edmund Spenser

For deeds do die, however nobly done,
And thoughts of men do as themselves decay;
But wise words, taught in numbers for to run,
Recorded by the Muses, live for aye;
Nor may with storming showers be washed away;
Nor bitter-breathing winds, with harmful blast,
Nor age, nor envy, shall them ever waste.

All this world's glory seemeth vain to me,
And all their shows but shadows, saving she.

That darksome cave they enter, where they find That cursed man, low sitting on the ground, Musing full sadly in his sullein mind.