I See No Virtue Where I Smell

My Mind's My Kingdom.

What Well-advised Ear Regards What Earth Can Say? Thy Words Are Gold, But Thy Rewards Are Painted Clay.

Luxury Is An Enticing Pleasure, A Bastard Mirth, Which Hath Honey In Her Mouth, Gall In Her Heart, And A Sting In Her Tail.

The Next Way Home's The Farthest Way About.

Pleasures Bring Effeminacy, And Effeminacy Foreruns Ruin; Such Conquests, Without Blood Or Sweat, Sufficiently Do Revenge Themselves Upon Their Intemperate Conquerors.