Opinion, A Sovereign Mistress Of Effects.

Of All The Flowers, Me Thinks A Rose Is Best.

I Praise God For You, Sir: Your Reasons At Dinner Have Been Sharp And Sententious; Pleasant Without Scurrility, Witty Without Affectation, Audacious Without Impudency, Learned Without Opinion, And Strange With-out Heresy.

Thou Art The Mars Of Malcontents.

The Time Is Out Of Joint.

All Places That The Eye Of Heaven Visits Are To A Wise Man Ports And Happy Havens. Teach Thy Necessity To Reason Thus; There Is No Virtue Like Necessity.