Criticks Are Like Brushers Of Noblemens Cloaths.

Take The Gentle Path.

Who Sweeps A Room, As For Thy Laws, Makes That And The Action Fine.

Sink Not In Spirit; Who Aimeth At The Sky Shoots Higher Much Than He That Means A Tree.

Faire Is Not Faire, But That Which Pleaseth.

He That Believes All Misseth; He That Believes Nothing, Hits Not.