Hell Itself Must Yield To Industry.

Our Whole Life Is Like A Play.

A Thankful Man Owes A Courtesy Ever; The Unthankful But When He Needs It.

I Have Discovered That A Famed Familiarity In Great Ones Is A Note Of Certain Usurpation On The Less; For Great And Popular Men Feign Themselves To Be Servants To Others To Make Those Slaves To Them.

Silence In Woman Is Like Speech In Man.

Minds That Are Great And Free, Should Not On Fortune Pause: 'tis Crown Enough To Virtue Still, Her Own Applause.