No Glass Renders A Man's Form Or

Forbear, You Things That Stand Upon The Pinnacles Of State, To Boast Your Slippery Height! When You Do Fall, You Dash Yourselves In Pieces, Ne'er To Rise: And He That Lends You Pity, Is Not Wise.

Many Punishments Sometimes, And In Some Cases, As Much Discredit A Prince As Many Funerals A Physician.

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

I Do Honor The Very Flea Of His Dog.

Who Casts To Write A Living Line, Must Sweat.