Young Men Think Old Men Are Fools,

Perfect Happiness, By Princes Sought, Is Not With Birth Born, Nor Exchequers Bought.

Blood, Though It Sleep A Time, Yet Never Dies. The Gods On Murtherers Fix Revengeful Eyes.

Poetry, Unlike Oratory, Should Not Aim At Clarity... But Be Dense With Meaning, 'something To Be Chewed And Digested'.

Let No Man Value At A Little Price A Virtuous Woman's Counsel; Her Winged Spirit Is Feathered Often Times With Heavenly Words, And, Like Her Beauty, Ravishing And Pure.

We Inherit Nothing Truly, But What Our Actions Make Us Worthy Of.