For Every Inch That Is Not Fool,

Thou Tyrant, Tyrant Jealousy, Thou Tyrant Of The Mind!

If One Must Be Rejected, One Succeed, Make Him My Lord Within Whose Faithful Breast Is Fixed My Image, And Who Loves Me Best.

Satire Is A Kind Of Poetry In Which Human Vices Are Reprehended.

Prodigious Actions May As Well Be Done, By Weaver's Issue, As The Prince's Son.

A Thing Well Said Will Be Wit In All Languages.