He That Departs With His Own Honesty

Custom Is The Most Certain Mistress Of Language, As The Public Stamp Makes The Current Money.

A Valiant Man Ought Not To Undergo, Or Tempt A Danger, But Worthily, And By Selected Ways, He Undertakes With Reason, Not By Chance. His Valor Is The Salt T' His Other Virtues, They're All Unseason'd Without It.

Folly Often Goes Beyond Her Bounds, But Impudence Knows None.

Give Me A Look, Give Me A Face, That Makes Simplicity A Grace Robes Loosely Flowing, Hair As Free Such Sweet Neglect More Taketh Me Than All The Adulteries Of Art: They Strike Mine Eyes, But Not My Heart.

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