The Finest Souls Are Those That Have

Who Does Not In Some Sort Live To Others, Does Not Live Much To Himself.

Tis So Much To Be A King, That He Only Is So By Being So.

How Many Worthy Men Have We Known To Survive Their Own Reputation, Who Have Seen And Suffered The Honor And Glory Most Justly Acquired In Their Youth, Extinguished In Their Own Presence?

The Thing I Fear Most Is Fear.

The Vulgar And Common Esteem Is Seldom Happy In Hitting Right; And I Am Much Mistaken If, Amongst The Writings Of My Time, The Worst Are Not Those Which Have Most Gained The Popular Applause.