Force Works On Servile Natures, Not The

I Have Been At My Book; And Am Now Past The Craggy Paths Of Study, And Come To The Flowery Plains Of Honour And Reputation

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

Folly Often Goes Beyond Her Bounds, But Impudence Knows None.

It Is An Art To Have So Much Judgment As To Apparel A Lie Well, To Give It A Good Dressing.

O! How Vain And Vile A Passion Is This Fear! What Base Uncomely Things It Makes Men Do.