If A Man's Wit Be Not Apt

I'll Follow, As They Say, For Reward. He That Rewards Me, God Reward Him. If I Do Grow Great, I'll Grow Less; For I'll Purge, And Leave Sack, And Live Cleanly, As A Nobleman Should Do.

I Would Live To Study, Not Study To Live.

There Is No Passion In The Mind Of Man So Weak, But It Mates And Masters The Fear Of Death . . . Revenge Triumphs Over Death; Love Slights It; Honor Aspireth To It; Grief Flieth To It.

I Always Think Of Myself Not So Much As A Painter But As A Medium For Accident And Chance.

The Less People Speak Of Their Greatness, The More We Think Of It.