There Is Little Choice In A Barrel

He Uses His Folly Like A Stalking-horse, And Under The Presentation Of That He Shoots His Wit.

Grace And Remembrance Be To You Both.

Take Pains. Be Perfect.

I See Men's Judgments Are A Parcel Of Their Fortunes; And Things Outward Do Draw The Inward Quality After Them, To Suffer All Alike.

What Can Be Avoided Whose End Is Purposed By The Mighty Gods?