No Man Speaketh, Or Should Speak, Of

No Man Speaketh, Or Should Speak, Of His Prince, That Which He Hath Not Weighed Whether It Will Consist With That Veneration Which Should Be Preserved Inviolate To Him.

There Do Remain Dispersed In The Soil Of Human Nature Divers Seeds Of Goodness, Of Benignity, Of Ingenuity, Which, Being Cherished, Excited, And Quickened By Good Culture, Do, By Common Experience, Thrust Out Flowers Very Lovely, And Yield Fruits Very Pleasant Of Virtue And Goodness.

It Is Commonly Said That Revenge Is Sweet, But To A Calm And Considerate Mind, Patience And Forgiveness Are Sweeter.

Poetry Is A Kind Of Ingenious Nonsense (spence, Anecdotes

I Pass By That It Is Very Culpable To Be Facetious In Obscene And Smutty Matters.