That Old Bald Cheater, Time.

How Fortune Piles Her Sports When She Begins To Practise Them!

Greatness Of Name, In The Father, Ofttimes Helps Not Forth, But Overwhelms The Son: They Stand Too Near One Another. The Shadow Kills The Growth.

Now We Are All Fallen, Youth From Their Fear, And Age From That Which Bred It, Good Example.

Ambition Makes More Trusty Slaves Than Need

All Discourses But My Own Afflict Me; They Seem Harsh, Impertinent, And Irksome