O, Had I But Followed The Arts!

For Youth No Less Becomes The Light And Careless Livery That It Wears, Than Settled Age His Sables, And His Weeds Importing Health And Graveness.

Love Does Not See With The Eyes, But With The Soul.

Every Man Has Business And Desire, Such As It Is.

Men So Noble, However Faulty, Yet Should Find Respect For What They Have Been: 'tis A Cruelty To Load A Falling Man.

All Pity Choked With Custom Of Fell Deeds.