The Truest Poetry Is The Most Feigning.

Between The Acting Of A Dreadful Thing And The First Motion, All The Interim Is Like A Phantasma Or A Hideous Dream.

The More Pity, That Fools May Not Speak Wisely What Wise Men Do Foolishly.

It Is Not Vain Glory For A Man And His Glass To Confer In His Own Chamber.

If She Be Fair And Wise, Fairness And Wit, The One's For Use, The Other Useth It.

Adversity's Sweet Milk, Philosophy.