He Was Not Of An Age, But

Custom Is The Most Certain Mistress Of Language, As The Public Stamp Makes The Current Money.

Very Few Men Are Wise By Their Own Council, Or Learned By Their Own Teaching. For He That Was Only Taught By Himself, Had A Fool For A Master.

Opinion Is A Light, Vain, Crude, And Imperfect Thing.

Ambition, Like A Torrent, Ne'er Looks Back; And Is A Swelling, And The Last Affection A High Mind Can Put Off; Being Both A Rebel Unto The Soul And Reason, And Enforceth All Laws, All Conscience, Treads Upon Religion, And Offereth Violence To Nature's Self.

To Speak And To Speak Well Are Two Things. A Fool May Talk, But A Wise Man Speaks.