Success Hath Made Me Wanton.

Truth Is Man's Proper Good, And The Only Immortal Thing Was Given To Our Mortality To Use.

Who Will Not Judge Him Worthy To Be Robbed That Sets His Doors Wide Open To A Thief, And Shows The Felon Where His Treasure Lies?

Let Argument Bear No Unmusical Sound.

Indeed There's A Woundy Luck In Names.

Great Honours Are Great Burdens, But On Whom They Are Cast With Envy, He Doth Bear Two Loads.