Striving To Better, Oft We Mar What’s

Trust Not My Reading, Nor My Observations, Which With Experimental Seal Do Warrant The Tenor Of My Book.

With These Shreds They Vented Their Complainings, Which Being Answered And A Petition Granted Them, A Strange One, To Break The Heart Of Generosity, And Make Bold Power Look Pale, They Threw Their Caps As They Would Hang Them On The Horns O' Th' Moon, Shouting Their Emulation.

Adversity Makes Strange Bedfellows.

Out Of This Nettle - Danger - We Pluck This Flower - Safety.

I Say, Without Characters, Fame Lives Long.