Art Hath An Enemy Call'd Ignorance .

Ambition Makes More Trusty Slaves Than Need

Tis Not The Wholesome Sharp Mortality, Or Modest Anger Of A Satiric Spirit, That Hurts Or Wounds The Body Of A State, But The Sinister Application Of The Malicious, Ignorant, And Base Interpreter; Who Will Distort And Strain The General Scope And Purpose Of An Author To His Particular And Private Spleen.

That Old Bald Cheater, Time.

Folly Often Goes Beyond Her Bounds, But Impudence Knows None.

Books Are Faithful Repositories, Which May Be Awhile Neglected Or Forgotten, But When They Are Opened Again, Will Again Impart Their Instruction.