It Is A Madness To Make Fortune

Love Either Finds Equality Or Makes It.

Merit Challenges Envy.

Not Sharp Revenge, Nor Hell Itself Can Find, A Fiercer Torment Than A Guilty Mind, Which Day And Night Doth Dreadfully Accuse, Condemns The Wretch, And Still The Charge Renews.

No Government Has Ever Been, Or Can Ever Be, Wherein Time-servers And Blockheads Will Not Be Uppermost.

Only Man Clogs His Happiness With Care, Destroying What Is With Thoughts Of What May Be.