He Was Not Of An Age, But

I Now Think, Love Is Rather Deaf, Than Blind, For Else It Could Not Be, That She, Whom I Adore So Much, Should So Slight Me, And Cast My Love Behind.

He That Would Have His Virtue Published, Is Not The Servant Of Virtue, But Glory.

No Glass Renders A Man's Form Or Likeness So True As His Speech.

It Is A Note Of Upstart Greatness To Observe And Watch For These Poor Trifles, Which The Noble Mind Neglects And Scorns.

Prevent Your Day At Morning.