All Concord's Born Of Contraries.

Greatness Of Name, In The Father, Ofttimes Helps Not Forth, But Overwhelms The Son: They Stand Too Near One Another. The Shadow Kills The Growth.

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

A Good Man Should And Must Sit Rather Down With Loss Than Rise Unjust.

Nothing Is A Courtesy Unless It Be Meant Us, And That Friendly And Lovingly. We Owe No Thanks To Rivers That They Carry Our Boats, Or Winds That They Be Favoring And Fill Our Sails, Or Meats That They Be Nourishing; For These Are What They Are Necessarily. Horses Carry Us, Trees Shade Us; But They Know It Not.

Let Argument Bear No Unmusical Sound.