He Is A Perpetual Fountain Of Good

With Odorous Oil Thy Head And Hair Are Sleek; And Then Thou Kemb'st The Tuzzes On Thy Cheek: Of These, My Barbers Take A Costly Care.

But Shakespeare's Magic Could Not Copied Be; Within That Circle None Durst Walk But He.

Ill Writers Are Usually The Sharpest Censors.

The Elephant Is Never Won By Anger; Nor Must That Man Who Would Reclaim A Lion Take Him By The Teeth.

A Happy Genius Is The Gift Of Nature.