Does The Devil Possess You? You're Leaping

Men Of Great Talents, Whether Poets Or Historians, Seldom Escape The Attacks Of Those Who, Without Ever Favoring The World With Any Production Of Their Own, Take Delight In Criticising The Works Of Others.

I Find My Familiarity With Thee Has Bred Contempt.

Urgent Necessity Prompts Many To Do Things, At The Very Thoughts Of Which They Perhaps Would Start At Other Times.

No Man Is More Than Another Unless He Does More Than Another.

Sorrow Was Made For Man, Not For Beasts; Yet If Men Encourage Melancholy Too Much, They Become No Better Than Beasts.