Calumnies Are Answered Best With Silence.

For Whose Sake, Henceforth, All His Vows Be Such, As What He Loves May Never Like Too Much.

Tell Troth And Shame The Devil.

Minds That Are Great And Free, Should Not On Fortune Pause: 'tis Crown Enough To Virtue Still, Her Own Applause.

Mischiefs Feed / Like Beasts, Till They Be Fat, And Then They Bleed.

Well, I Will Scourge Those Apes, And To These Courteous Eyes Oppose A Mirror, As Large As Is The Stage Whereon We Act; Where They Shall See The Time's Deformity Anatomised In Every Nerve, And Sinew, With Constant Courage, And Contempt Of Fear.