Nothing Is More Short-lived Than Pride.

Heaven Prepares Good Men With Crosses; But No Ill Can Happen To A Good Man.

God Wisheth None Should Wreck On A Strange Shelf: To Him Man's Dearer Than To Himself.

Let Those That Merely Talk And Never Think, That Live In The Wild Anarchy Of Drink

Soul Of The Age! The Applause, Delight, The Wonder Of Our Stage! My Shakespeare , Rise; I Will Not Lodge Thee By Chaucer Or Spenser , Or Bid Beaumont Lie A Little Further, To Make Thee A Room; Thou Art A Monument, Without A Tomb, And Art Alive Still, While Thy Book Doth Live, And We Have Wits To Read , And Praise To Give .

He That Departs With His Own Honesty For Vulgar , Doth It Too Dearly Buy.