O, Wonder! How Many Goodly Creatures Are

I Came, Saw, And Overcame.

Lay Not That Flattering Unction To Your Soul, That Not Your Trespass But My Madness Speaks.

We Must Be Brief When Traitors Brave The Field.

We Cannot Conceive Of Matter Being Formed Of Nothing, Since Things Require A Seed To Start From... Therefore There Is Not Anything Which Returns To Nothing, But All Things Return Dissolved Into Their Elements.

Some Kinds Of Baseness Are Nobly Undergone.