And Nothing Is, But What Is Not.

The King-becoming Graces, As Justice, Verity, Temp'rance, Stableness, Bounty, Perseverance, Mercy, Lowliness, Devotion, Patience, Courage, Fortitude, I Have No Relish Of Them, But Abound In The Division Of Each Several Crime, Acting In Many Ways.

Company, Villainous Company, Hath Been The Spoil Of Me.

Tis But A Base, Ignoble Mind That Mounts No Higher Than A Bird Can Soar.

You Must Confine Yourself Within The Modest Limits Of Order.

His Jest Will Savour But Of Shallow Wit, When Thousands Weep, More Than Did Laugh At It.