Who Casts To Write A Living Line,

Great Honours Are Great Burdens, But On Whom They Are Cast With Envy, He Doth Bear Two Loads.

Love That Is Ignorant And Hatred Have Almost The Same Ends.

Confound These Ancestors... They've Stolen Our Best Ideas!

Still To Be Neat, Still To Be Drest, As You Were Going To A Feast, Still To Be Powder'd, All Perfum'd. Lady, It Is To Be Presumed, Though Art's Hid Causes Are Not Found, All Is Not Sweet, All Is Not Sound.

A Thankful Man Owes A Courtesy Ever; The Unthankful But When He Needs It.