...the Poet, He Nothing Affirmeth, And Therefore

A Churlish Courtesy Rarely Comes But Either For Gain Or Falsehood.

The Truly Great And Good, In Affliction, Bear A Countenance More Princely Than They Are Wont; For It Is The Temper Of The Highest Hearts, Like The Palm-tree, To Strive Most Upwards When It Is Most Burdened.

Sin Is The Mother, And Shame The Daughter Of Lewdness.

Men Are Almost Always Cruel In Their Neighbors' Faults; And Make Others' Overthrow The Badge Of Their Own Ill-masked Virtue.

Every Base Occupation Makes One Sharp In Its Practice, And Dull In Every Other.