Too Much Of Water Hast Thou, Poor

Beauty Is Bought By Judgement Of The Eye.

We Are Ready To Try Our Fortunes To The Last Man.

You Have Lost No Reputation At All, Unless You Repute Yourself Such A Loser.

Love Is . . . A Madness Most Discreet

O Good Old Man, How Well In Thee Appears The Constant Service Of The Antique World, When Service Sweat For Duty, Not For Meed! Thou Art Not For The Fashion Of These Times, Where None Will Sweat But For Promotion, And Having That Do Choke Their Service Up Even With The Having. . . .