The Dignity Of Truth Is Lost With

Minds That Are Great And Free, Should Not On Fortune Pause: 'tis Crown Enough To Virtue Still, Her Own Applause.

I Am Beholden To Calumny, That She Hath So Endeavored To Belie Me.-it Shall Make Me Set A Surer Guard On Myself, And Keep A Better Watch Upon My Actions.

We Are Persons Of Quality, I Assure You, And Women Of Fashion, And Come To See And To Be Seen.

No Glass Renders A Man's Form Or Likeness So True As His Speech.

The Poet Is The Nearest Borderer Upon The Orator.