Fortune, That Favors Fools.

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

Passions Are Spiritual Rebels And Raise Sedition Against The Understanding.

A Good Man Should And Must Sit Rather Down With Loss Than Rise Unjust.

Still To Be Neat, Still To Be Drest, As You Were Going To A Feast, Still To Be Powder'd, All Perfum'd. Lady, It Is To Be Presumed, Though Art's Hid Causes Are Not Found, All Is Not Sweet, All Is Not Sound.

The Way To Rise Is To Obey And Please.