Fortune, That Favors Fools.

Vice Is Like A Fury To The Vicious Mind, And Turns Delight Itself To Punishment.

A Prince Without Letters Is A Pilot Without Eyes. All His Government Is Groping.

It Is As Great A Spite To Be Praised In The Wrong Place, And By A Wrong Person, As Can Be Done To A Noble Nature.

Give Me A Look, Give Me A Face, That Makes Simplicity A Grace Robes Loosely Flowing, Hair As Free Such Sweet Neglect More Taketh Me Than All The Adulteries Of Art: They Strike Mine Eyes, But Not My Heart.

Neither Do Thou Lust After That Tawny Weed Tobacco.