Few Men Make Themselves Masters Of The

Thou Little Thinkest What A Little Foolery Governs The World.

Ignorance Of The Law Excuses No Man; Not That All Men Know The Law, But Because 'tis An Excuse Every Man Will Plead, And No Man Can Tell How To Refute Him.

Patience Is The Chiefest Fruit Of Study; A Man That Strives To Make Himself Different From Other Men By Much Reading Gains This Chiefest Good, That In All Fortunes He Hath Something To Entertain And Comfort Himself Withal.

Ceremony Keeps Up Things: 'tis Like A Penny Glass To A Rich Spirit, Or Some Excellent Water; Without It The Water Were Spilt, And The Spirit Lost.

All Things Are God's Already; We Can Give Him No Right, By Consecrating Any, That He Had Not Before, Only We Set It Apart To His Service - Just As A Gardener Brings His Master A Basket Of Apricots, And Presents Them; His Lord Thanks Him, And Perhaps Gives Him Something For His Pains, And Yet The Apricots Were As Much His Lord's Before As Now.