Every Country Hath Its Machiavel.

Lord Deliver Me From Myself.

We Censure Others But As They Disagree From That Humor Which We Fancy Laudable In Ourselves, And Commend Others But For That Wherein They Seem To Quadrate And Consent With Us.

We All Labour Against Our Own Cure, For Death Is The Cure Of All Diseases.

The Long Habit Of Living Indisposeth Us For Dying.

I Had Rather Stand The Shock Of A Basilisk Than The Fury Of A Merciless Pen.