To Men Pressed By Their Wants All

O! How Vain And Vile A Passion Is This Fear! What Base Uncomely Things It Makes Men Do.

Affliction Teacheth A Wicked Person Sometime To Pray; Prosperity Never.

I Have Discovered That A Famed Familiarity In Great Ones Is A Note Of Certain Usurpation On The Less; For Great And Popular Men Feign Themselves To Be Servants To Others To Make Those Slaves To Them.

Soul Of The Age! The Applause! Delight! The Wonder Of Our Stage!

It Holds For Good Polity Ever, To Have That Outwardly In Vilest Estimation, Which Inwardly Is Most Dear To Us.