Nor Use Too Swelling, Or Ill-sounded Words

In The Hope To Meet Shortly Again, And Make Our Absence Sweet.

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.

Love That Is Ignorant And Hatred Have Almost The Same Ends.

I Glory, More In The Cunning Purchase Of My Wealth Than In The Glad Possession.

Memory, Of All The Powers Of The Mind, Is The Most Delicate And Frail.