By Flatterers Besieged And So Obliging That

Get Your Enemy To Read Your Works In Order To Mend Them, For Your Friend Is So Much Your Second Self That He Will Judge Too Like You.

As With Narrow-necked Bottles; The Less They Have In Them, The More Noise They Make In Pouring Out.

And Die Of Nothing But A Rage To Live.

Ladies, Like Variegated Tulips, Show 'tis To Their Changes Half Their Charms We Owe.

And Hence One Master-passion In The Breast, Like Aaron's Serpent, Swallows Up The Rest.