Poor Worms, They Hiss At Me, Whilst

Art Hath An Enemy Call'd Ignorance .

Cut Men's Throats With Whisperings.

Rich Apparel Has Strange Virtues; It Makes Him That Hath It Without Means Esteemed For An Excellent Wit; He That Enjoys It With Means Puts The World In Remembrance Of His Means.

I'll Give Anything For A Good Copy Now, Be It True Or False, So It Be News.

That I Might Live Alone Once With My Gold! O, 'tis A Sweet Companion! Kind And True: A Man May Trust It When His Father Cheats Him, Brother, Or Friend, Or Wife. O Wondrous Pelf! That Which Makes All Men False, Is True Itself.