I Have Sounded The Very Base-string Of

Friendship Is Full Of Dregs.

To Be In Anger Is Impiety, But Who Is Man That Is Not Angry?

This Is Some Fellow, Who Having Been Prais'd For Bluntness, Doth Affect A Saucy Roughness And Constrains The Garb Quite From His Nature: He Can't Flatter, He! An Honest Mind And Plain,--he Must Speak Truth! And They Will Take It So; If Not He's Plain. These Kind Of Knaves I Know, Which In This Plainness Harbor More Craft, And Far Corrupter Ends, Than Twenty Silly, Ducking Observants, That Stretch Their Duty Nicely.

On Rumor's Tongue Continual Slanders Ride.

To Have Seen Much And To Have Nothing Is To Have Rich Eyes And Poor Hands.