Neither Do Thou Lust After That Tawny

True Melancholy Breeds Your Perfect Fine Wit.

Where It Concerns Himself, Who's Angry At A Slander, Makes It True.

Custom Is The Most Certain Mistress Of Language, As The Public Stamp Makes The Current Money.

Men That Talk Of Their Own Benefits Are Not Believed To Talk Of Them Because They Have Done Them, But To Have Done Them Because They Might Talk Of Them.

Freedom Doth With Degree Dispense.