O Coward Conscience, How Dost Thou Afflict

After Your Death You Were Better Have A Bad Epitaph Than Their Ill Report While You Live.

The King's Name Is A Tower Of Strength.

For The Success, Although Particular, Shall Give A Scantling Of Good Or Bad Unto The General; And In Such Indexes, Although Small Pricks To Their Subsequent Volumes, There Is Seen The Baby Figure Of The Giant Mass Of Things To Come At Large.

Modest Wisdom Plucks Me From Over-credulous Haste.

Every Thing That Grows / Holds In Perfection But A Little Moment.