Virtue Were A Kind Of Misery If

The Irresolute Man Flecks From One Egg To Another, So Hatches Nothing.

Gold Is The Fool's Curtain, Which Hides All His Defects From The World.

A Sentence Well Couched Takes Both The Sense And Understanding. I Love Not Those Cart-rope Speeches That Are Longer Than The Memory Of Man Can Fathom.

Pleasures Can Undo A Man At Any Time, If Yielded To.

Arrogance Is A Weed Which Grows Upon A Dunghill; It Is From The Rankness Of The Soil That She Has Her Height And Spreadings: Witness, Clowns, Fools, And Fellows, Who From Nothing, Are Lifted Up Some Few Steps On Fortune's Ladder: Where, Seeing The Glorious Representment Of Honour Above Them, They Are So Eager To Embrace It, That They Strive To Leap Thither At Once, And By Over-reaching Themselves In The Way, They Fail Of The End, And Fall.