Nor Shall Our Cups Make Any Guilty

I Have Discovered That A Famed Familiarity In Great Ones Is A Note Of Certain Usurpation On The Less; For Great And Popular Men Feign Themselves To Be Servants To Others To Make Those Slaves To Them.

It Holds For Good Polity Ever, To Have That Outwardly In Vilest Estimation, Which Inwardly Is Most Dear To Us.

Out Of Clothes Out Of Countenance, Out Of Countenance Out Of Wit.

I Perceive Affection Makes A Fool Of Any Man Too Much The Father.

Soul Of The Age! The Applause! Delight! The Wonder Of Our Stage!