In Love The Heavens Themselves Do Guide

Therefore It Is Most Expedient For The Wise, If Don Worm (his Conscience) Find No Impediment To The Contrary, To Be The Trumpet Of His Own Virtues, As I Am To Myself.

I Do Beseech You- Though I Perchance Am Vicious In My Guess , That Your Wisdom Yet From One That So Imperfectly Conjects Would Take No Notice, Nor Build Yourself A Trouble Out Of His Scattering And Unsure Observance.

I Never Yet Did Hear, That The Bruis'd Heart Was Pierced Through The Ear

Mechanic Slaves With Greasy Aprons, Rules, And Hammers, Shall Uplift Us To The View.

And A Man's Life's No More Than To Say "one."