Every Horse Thinks Its Own Pack Heaviest.

Music Is Nothing Else But Wild Sounds Civilised Into Time And Tune.

Fame Is The Echo Of Actions, Resounding Them To The World, Save That The Echo Repeats Only The Last Art, But Fame Relates All, And Often More Than All.

We Ought To See Far Enough Into A Hypocrite To See Even His Sincerity.

He That Hopes No Good Fears No Ill.

All Things Are Difficult Before They Are Easy.