He That Doth Public Good For Multitudes,

Gold--the Picklock That Never Fails.

Ambition, In A Private Man Is A Vice, Is In A Prince The Virtue.

Without Good Company All Dainties Lose Their True Relish, And Like Painted Grapes, Are Only Seen, Not Tasted.

What Can Innocence Hope For, When Such As Sit Her Judges Are Corrupted!

Virgin Me No Virgins! I Must Have You Lose That Name, Or You Lose Me.