They, Who Know No Evil, Will Suspect

All The Wise World Is Little Else, In Nature, But Parasites Or Subparasites.

Fear To Do Base, Unworthy Things Is Valor; If They Be One To Us, To Suffer Them Is Valor Too.

Folly Often Goes Beyond Her Bounds, But Impudence Knows None.

Words Borrowed Of Antiquity Do Lend A Kind Of Majesty To Style, And Are Not Without Their Delight Sometimes. For They Have The Authority Of Years, And Out Of Their Intermission Do Win To Themselves A Kind Of Grace-like Newness. But The Eldest Of The Present, And Newest Of The Past Language, Is The Best.

The Dignity Of Truth Is Lost With Much Protesting.