Be Not Too Tame Neither, But Let

But It Is A Melancholy Of Mine Own, Compounded Of Many Simples, Extracted From Many Objects, And Indeed The Sundry Contemplation Of My Travels, Which, By Often Rumination, Wraps Me In The Most Humorous Sadness.

To Be Furious, Is To Be Frighted Out Of Fear.

Full Of Wise Saws And Modern Instances.

The Earth, That Is Nature's Mother, Is Her Tomb.

An Honest Man, Sir, Is Able To Speak For Himself, When A Knave Is Not.