Success Hath Made Me Wanton.

He That Would Have His Virtue Published, Is Not The Servant Of Virtue, But Glory.

Words Borrowed Of Antiquity Do Lend A Kind Of Majesty To Style, And Are Not Without Their Delight Sometimes. For They Have The Authority Of Years, And Out Of Their Intermission Do Win To Themselves A Kind Of Grace-like Newness. But The Eldest Of The Present, And Newest Of The Past Language, Is The Best.

Nor Use Too Swelling, Or Ill-sounded Words . . . .

In Small Proportions We Just Beauties See; And In Short Measures, Life May Perfect Be.

God Wisheth None Should Wreck On A Strange Shelf: To Him Man's Dearer Than To Himself.