Great Honours Are Great Burdens, But On

It Holds For Good Polity Ever, To Have That Outwardly In Vilest Estimation, Which Inwardly Is Most Dear To Us.

Memory, Of All The Powers Of The Mind, Is The Most Delicate And Frail.

Come, My Celia, Let Us Prove, While We Can, The Sports Of Love, Time Will Not Be Ours For Ever, He, At Length, Our Good Will Sever; Spend Not Then His Gifts In Vain: Suns That Set May Rise Again; But If Once We Lose This Light, 'tis With Us Perpetual Night. Why Should We Defer Our Joys? Fame And Rumour Are But Toys.

The Pipe Marks The Point At Which The Orangutan Ends And Man Begins.

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