No Profit Grows Where No Pleasure Is

No Beast So Fierce But Knows Some Touch Of Pity. But I Know None, And Therefore Am No Beast.

The King Hath Note Of All That They Intend, By Interception Which They Dream Not Of.

Angels Are Bright Still, Though The Brightest Fell. Though All Things Foul Would Wear The Brows Of Grace, Yet Grace Must Still Look So.

Give Every Man Thine Ear, But Few Thy Voice; Take Each Man's Censure, But Reserve Thy Judgment.

Swift As Shadow, Short As Any Dream