The World Knows Only Two, That's Rome

I Would Rather Have A Plain Down-right Wisdom Than A Foolish And Affected Eloquence.

All Concord's Born Of Contraries.

Sweet Meat Must Have Sour Sauce.

The Voice So Sweet, The Words So Fair, As Some Soft Chime Had Stroked The Air; And Though The Sound Had Parted Thence, Still Left An Echo In The Sense.

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.