Confound These Ancestors... They've Stolen Our Best

Words Borrowed Of Antiquity Do Lend A Kind Of Majesty To Style, And Are Not Without Their Delight Sometimes. For They Have The Authority Of Years, And Out Of Their Intermission Do Win To Themselves A Kind Of Grace-like Newness. But The Eldest Of The Present, And Newest Of The Past Language, Is The Best.

Who Casts To Write A Living Line, Must Sweat.

Our Whole Life Is Like A Play.

I Have Discovered That A Famed Familiarity In Great Ones Is A Note Of Certain Usurpation On The Less; For Great And Popular Men Feign Themselves To Be Servants To Others To Make Those Slaves To Them.

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