He Threatens Many That Hath Injured One.

True Happiness Consists Not In The Multitude Of Friends, But In The Worth And Choice.

Whom Hatred Frights, Let Him Not Dream Of Sovereignty.

Words Borrowed Of Antiquity Do Lend A Kind Of Majesty To Style, And Are Not Without Their Delight Sometimes. For They Have The Authority Of Years, And Out Of Their Intermission Do Win To Themselves A Kind Of Grace-like Newness. But The Eldest Of The Present, And Newest Of The Past Language, Is The Best.

Fortune, That Favors Fools.

For Whose Sake, Henceforth, All His Vows Be Such, As What He Loves May Never Like Too Much.