The Glorious Lamp Of Heaven, The Sun.

Art Quickens Nature; Care Will Make A Face; Neglected Beauty Perisheth Apace.

The First Act's Doubtful, But We Say, It Is The Last Commends The Play.

We Credit Most Our Sight; One Eye Doth Please Our Trust Farre More Than Ten Eare-witnesses.

In Things A Moderation Keep; Kings Ought To Shear, Not Skin, Their Sheep.

Seldom Comes Glory Till A Man Be Dead.