He Wears The Rose Of Youth Upon

When A Man's Verses Cannot Be Understood, Nor A Man's Good Wit Seconded With The Forward Child Understanding, It Strikes A Man More Dead Than A Great Reckoning In A Little Room. Truly, I Would The Gods Had Made Thee Poetical.

The Devil Can Cite Scripture For His Purpose.

We Go To Gain A Little Patch Of Ground That Hath In It No Profit But The Name.

To Pore Upon A Book, To Seek The Light Of Truth.

O Villains, Vipers, Dogs, Easily Won To Fawn On Any Man!