Ambition, Like A Torrent, Never Looks Back.

Hell Itself Must Yield To Industry.

Rich Apparel Has Strange Virtues; It Makes Him That Hath It Without Means Esteemed For An Excellent Wit; He That Enjoys It With Means Puts The World In Remembrance Of His Means.

True Gladness Doth Not Always Speak; Joy, Bred And Born But In The Tongue, Is Weak.

Let Argument Bear No Unmusical Sound.

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