A Good King Is A Public Servant.

Spread Yourself Upon His Bosom Publicly, Whose Heart You Would Eat In Private.

Ambition, Like A Torrent, Ne'er Looks Back; And Is A Swelling, And The Last Affection A High Mind Can Put Off; Being Both A Rebel Unto The Soul And Reason, And Enforceth All Laws, All Conscience, Treads Upon Religion, And Offereth Violence To Nature's Self.

Cares That Have Entered Once In The Breast, Will Have Whole Possession Of The Rest.

The Way To Rise Is To Obey And Please.

Out Of Clothes Out Of Countenance, Out Of Countenance Out Of Wit.