And Nothing Is, But What Is Not.

Of All Knowledge The Wise And Good Seek Most To Know Themselves.

My Free Drift Halts Not Particularly, But Moves Itself In A Wide Sea Of Wax; No Levelled Malice Infects One Comma In The Course I Hold, But Flies An Eagle Flight, Bold And Forth On, Leaving No Tract Behind.

Well, Whiles I Am A Beggar, I Will Rail, And Say There Is No Sin But To Be Rich; And Being Rich, My Virtue Then Shall Be To Say There Is No Vice But Beggary

Knavery's Plain Face Is Never Seen Till Used.

Love Is Like A Child, That Longs For Everything It Can Come By