Soul Of The Age! The Applause! Delight!

Blueness Doth Express Trueness.

A Prince Without Letters Is A Pilot Without Eyes. All His Government Is Groping.

Spread Yourself Upon His Bosom Publicly, Whose Heart You Would Eat In Private.

He That Departs With His Own Honesty For Vulgar , Doth It Too Dearly Buy.

Hang Sorrow, Care'll Kill A Cat.