What Is Aught But As 'tis Valued?

By Being Seldom Seen, I Could Not Stir But Like A Comet I Was Wondered At.

Tis Safter To Be That Which We Destroy Than By Destruction Dwell In Doubtful Joy.

Why, Look You, I Am Whipp'd And Scourg'd With Rods, Nettled And Stung With Pismires[nettles], When I Hear Of This Vile Politician, Bolingbroke.

Courage Mounteth With Occasion.

Every Man Has His Fault, And Honesty Is His.