Travelers Never Did Lie, Though Fools At

Is It Possible He Should Know What He Is, And Be That He Is?

Tis Mad Idolatry To Make The Service Greater Than The God.

Let Me Be Boiled To Death With Melancholy.

The Eagle Suffers Little Birds To Sing, And Is Not Careful What They Mean Thereby, Knowing That With The Shadow Of His Wings He Can At Pleasure Stint Their Melody: Even So Mayest Thou The Giddy Men Of Rome.

There Is A History In All Men's Lives, Figuring The Nature Of The Times Deceased, The Which Observed, A Man May Prophesy, With A Near Aim, Of The Main Chance Of Things As Yet Not Come To Life, Which In Their Seeds And Weak Beginnings Lie Intreasured.