Security Is The Chief Enemy Of Mortals.

Most Friendship Is Feigning, Most Loving Mere Folly.

Thou Whoreson, Senseless Villain!

Farewell! A Long Farewell To All My Greatness!

The Dear Father Would With His Daughter Speak, Commands Her Service; Are They Inform'd Of This?

Who Has A Book Of All That Monarchs Do, He's More Secure To Keep It Shut Than Shown; For Vice Repeated Is Like The Wand'ring Wind, Blows Dust In Others' Eye, To Spread Itself; And Yet The End Of All Is Bought Thus Dear, The Breath Is Gone, And The Sore Eyes See Clear To Stop The Air Would Hurt Them.