Vice Is But A Nurse Of Agonies.

Nature Never Set Forth The Earth In So Rich Tapestry As Divers Poets Have Done; Neither With Pleasant Rivers, Fruitful Trees, Sweet-smelling Flowers, Nor Whatsoever Else May Make The Too-much-loved Earth More Lovely; Her World Is Brazen, The Poets Only Deliver A Golden.

It Is Not Good To Wake A Sleeping Lion.

A Noble Cause Doth Ease Much A Grievous Case.

In Forming A Judgment, Lay Your Hearts Void Of Foretaken Opinions; Else, Whatsoever Is Done Or Said, Will Be Measured By A Wrong Rule; Like Them Who Have Jaundice, To Whom Everything Appears Yellow.

To Be Ambitious Of True Honor And Of The Real Glory And Perfection Of Our Nature Is The Very Principle And Incentive Of Virtue; But To Be Ambitious Of Titles, Place, Ceremonial Respects, And Civil Pageantry, Is As Vain And Little As The Things Are Which We Court