There Is Little Hope Of Equity Where

A Churlish Courtesy Rarely Comes But Either For Gain Or Falsehood.

Ungratefulness Is The Very Poison Of Manhood.

The Heavens Do Not Send Good Haps In Handfuls; But Let Us Pick Out Our Good By Little, And With Care, From Out Much Bad, That Still Our Little World May Know Its King.

The Many-headed Multitude, Whom Inconstancy Only Doth By Accident Guide To Well-doing! Who Can Set Confidence There, Where Company Takes Away Shame, And Each May Lay The Fault Upon His Fellow?

Open Suspecting Of Others Comes Of Secretly Condemning Ourselves.