Force Works On Servile Natures, Not The

God Wisheth None Should Wreck On A Strange Shelf: To Him Man's Dearer Than To Himself.

True Happiness Consists Not In The Multitude Of Friends, But In The Worth And Choice.

A Lily Of A Day Is Fairer Far In May, Although It Fall And Die That Night, It Was The Plant And Flower Of Light. In Small Proportions We Just Beauties See, And In Short Measures Life May Perfect Be.

[the Play] Is Like To Be A Very Conceited Scurvy One, In Plain English.

And Where She Went, The Flowers Took Thickest Root, As She Had Sow'd Them With Her Odorous Foot.