He Threatens Many That Hath Injured One.

Poor Worms, They Hiss At Me, Whilst I At Home Can Be Contented To Applaud Myself, . . . With Joy To See How Plump My Bags Are And My Barns.

No Man Is So Foolish But May Give Another Good Counsel Sometimes; And No Man Is So Wise, But May Easily Err, If He Will Take No Others Counsel But His Own. But Very Few Men Are Wise By Their Own Counsel; Or Learned By Their Own Teaching. For He That Was Only Taught By Himself Had A Fool To His Master.

O! How Vain And Vile A Passion Is This Fear! What Base Uncomely Things It Makes Men Do.

Cut Men's Throats With Whisperings.

The Poet Is The Nearest Borderer Upon The Orator.