I Perceive Affection Makes A Fool Of

Ambition, Like A Torrent, Never Looks Back.

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.

All Discourses But My Own Afflict Me; They Seem Harsh, Impertinent, And Irksome

Cut Men's Throats With Whisperings.

Where Dost Thou Careless Lie, Buried In Ease And Sloth? Knowledge That Sleeps, Doth Die; And This Security, It Is The Common Moth, That Eats On Wits And Arts, And Oft Destroys Them Both.