The Doubt Of Future Foes Exiles My

Anger Makes Dull Men Witty, But It Keeps Them Poor.

The Doubt Of Future Foes Exiles My Present Joy.

It Is Monstrous That The Feet Should Direct The Head.

[on Being Told Mary, Queen Of Scots, Was Taller Than She:] Then She Is Too High, For I Myself Am Neither Too High Nor Too Low.

Let The Good Service Of Well-deservers Be Never Rewarded With Loss. Let Their Thanks Be Such As May Encourage More Strivers For The Like.