See What A Ready Tongue Suspicion Hath!

Well, God Give Them Wisdom That Have It; And Those That Are Fools, Let Them Use Their Talents.

O, How Wretched Is That Poor Man That Hangs On Princes' Favors.

Supposition All Our Lives Shall Be Stuck Full Of Eyes; For Treason Is But Trusted Like The Fox, Who, Ne'er So Tame, So Cherished And Locked Up, Will Have A Wild Trick Of His Ancestors.

Trust Not My Reading, Nor My Observations, Which With Experimental Seal Do Warrant The Tenor Of My Book.

For Death Remembered Should Be Like A Mirror, Who Tells Us Life’s But Breath, To Trust It Error.