It Is Less Dishonor To Hear Imperfectly

There Is No Greater Hell Than To Be A Prisoner Of Fear.

Language Most Shows A Man; Speak That I May See Thee; It Springs Out Of The Most Retired And Inmost Parts Of Us, And Is The Image Of The Parent Of It, The Mind. No Glass Renders A Man's Form Or Likeness So True As His Speech.

All Discourses But My Own Afflict Me; They Seem Harsh, Impertinent, And Irksome

A Valiant Man Ought Not To Undergo, Or Tempt A Danger, But Worthily, And By Selected Ways, He Undertakes With Reason, Not By Chance. His Valor Is The Salt T' His Other Virtues, They're All Unseason'd Without It.

O, For An Engine, To Keep Back All Clocks, Or Make The Sun Forget His Motion!