One Sin Another Doth Provoke.

Light Vanity, Insatiate Cormorant, Consuming Means, Soon Preys Upon Itself.

Let Men Say We Be Men Of Good Government, Being Governed, As The Sea Is, By Our Noble And Chaste Mistress The Moon, Under Whose Countenance We Steal.

I Am Misanthropos, And Hate Mankind, For Thy Part, I Do Wish Thou Wert A Dog, That I Might Love Thee Something.

Oh, She Doth Teach The Torches To Burn Bright!

A Man Should Be What He Seems.