O, Teach Me How You Look, And

Bear With My Weakness. My Old Brain Is Troubled. Be Not Disturbed With My Infirmity.

We Make Trifles Of Terrors, Ensconcing Ourselves Into Seeming Knowledge, When We Should Submit Ourselves To An Unknown Fear.

Things Are Often Spoke And Seldom Meant.

There Is Nothing But Roguery To Be Found In Villainous Men.

Conversation Should Be Pleasant Without Scurrility, Witty Without Affectation, Free Without Indecency, Learned Without Conceitedness, Novel Without Falsehood.