Good Wine Needs Neither Bush Nor Preface

The Willow Which Bends To The Tempest Often Escapes Better Than The Oak Which Resists It.

Methinks I Will Not Die Quite Happy Without Having Seen Something Of That Rome Of Which I Have Read So Much.

It Is A Great Disgrace To Religion, To Imagine That It Is An Enemy To Mirth And Cheerfulness, And A Severe Exacter Of Pensive Looks And Solemn Faces.

Commend Me To Sterling Honesty Though Clad In Rags.

For Deadly Fear Can Time Outgo, And Blanch At Once The Hair.