All Pity Choked With Custom Of Fell

An Honest Man, Sir, Is Able To Speak For Himself, When A Knave Is Not.

And When Love Speaks, The Voice Of All The Gods Makes Heaven Drowsy With The Harmony.

The Wound Of Peace Is Surety, Surety Secure; But Modest Doubt Is Called The Beacon Of The Wise, The Tent That Searches To Th' Bottom Of The Worst.

That Which I Would Discover The Law Of Friendship Bids Me To Conceal.

The Empty Vessel Makes The Loudest Sound.