How Near To Good Is What Is

No Glass Renders A Man's Form Or Likeness So True As His Speech.

Ods Me I Marle What Pleasure Or Felicity They Have In Taking Their Roguish Tobacco. It Is Good For Nothing But To Choke A Man, And Fill Him Full Of Smoke And Embers.

I Have Been At My Book; And Am Now Past The Craggy Paths Of Study, And Come To The Flowery Plains Of Honour And Reputation

Your Highest Female Grace Is Silence.

Who Casts To Write A Living Line, Must Sweat.