Many That Are Not Mad Have, Sure,

I Have Been Long A Sleeper; But I Trust My Absence Doth Neglect No Great Design Which By My Presence Might Have Been Concluded.

A Blind Man Can't Forget The Eyesight He Lost, Show Me Any Beautiful Girl. How Can Her Beauty Not Remind Me Of The One Whose Beauty Surpasses Hers?

Opinion, A Sovereign Mistress Of Effects.

I That Please Some, Try All, Both Joy And Terror Of Good And Bad, That Makes And Unfolds Error.

He Uses His Folly Like A Stalking-horse, And Under The Presentation Of That He Shoots His Wit.