Every Country Hath Its Machiavel.

The Long Habit Of Living Indisposeth Us For Dying.

Let Age, Not Envy, Draw Wrinkles On Thy Cheeks.

Light That Makes Things Seen, Makes Some Things Invisible.

To Me Avarice Seems Not So Much A Vice As A Deplorable Piece Of Madness.

The Service Of Love Is The Foolishest Act A Wise Man Commits In All His Life, Nor Is There Anything That Will More Deject His Cool'd Imagination, When He Shall Consider What An Odd And Unworthy Piece Of Folly He Hath Committed.