Tis The Only Discipline We Are Born

They Are Only Safe That Know To Soothe The Prince's Appetite, And Serve His Lusts.

Ambition, In A Private Man Is A Vice, Is In A Prince The Virtue.

Like A Rough Orator, That Brings More Truth Than Rhetoric, To Make Good His Accusation.

As The Index Tells Us The Contents Of Stories And Directs To The Particular Chapter, Even So Does The Outward Habit And Superficial Order Of Garments (in Man Or Woman) Give Us A Taste Of The Spirit, And Demonstratively Point (as It Were A Manual Note From The Margin) All The Internal Quality Of The Soul; And There Cannot Be A More Evident, Palpable, Gross Manifestation Of Poor, Degenerate, Dunghilly Blood And Breeding Than A Rude, Unpolished, Disordered, And Slovenly Outside.

From The King To The Beggar, By Gradation, All Are Servants; And You Must Grant, The Slavery Is Less To Study To Please One, Than Many.