Money Is Like Muck, Not Good Unless

Secrecy In Suits Goes A Great Way Towards Success.

A King That Would Not Feel His Crown Too Heavy For Him, Must Wear It Every Day; But If He Think It Too Light, He Knoweth Not Of What Metal It Is Made.

There Is No Excellent Beauty That Hath Not Some Strangeness In The Proportion.

But I Account The Use That A Man Should Seek Of The Publishing Of His Own Writings Before His Death, To Be But An Untimely Anticipation Of That Which Is Proper To Follow A Man, And Not To Go Along With Him.

Things Alter For The Worse Spontaneously, If They Be Not Altered For The Better Designedly.