He Was Not Of An Age, But

For A Man To Write Well, There Are Required Three Necessaries: To Read The Best Authors, Observe The Best Speakers, And Much Exercise Of His Own Style.

The Soul Of Man Is Infinite In What It Covets.

Indeed There's A Woundy Luck In Names.

Ambition Makes More Trusty Slaves Than Need

I Feel My Griefs Too, And There Scarce Is Ground Upon My Flesh T'inflict Another Wound. Yet Dare I Not Complain, Or Wish For Death With Holy Paul; Lest It Be Thought The Breath Of Discontent; Or That These Prayers Be For Weariness Of Life, Not Love Of Thee.