He That Loves To Be Flattered Is

A Man May See How This World Goes With No Eyes. Look With Thine Ears: See How Yond Justice Rails Upon Yon Simple Thief. Hark, In Thine Ear: Change Places; And, Handy-dandy, Which Is The Justice, Which Is The Thief?

I Am As Vigilant As A Cat To Steal Cream.

Sweetest Nut Hath Sourest Rind.

From Women's Eyes This Doctrine I Derive: They Sparkle Still The Right Promethean Fire; They Are The Books, The Arts, The Academes, That Show, Contain And Nourish All The World.

This Goodly Frame, The Earth, Seems To Me A Sterile Promontory.