Vanity Keeps Persons In Favor With Themselves

I Am Now Of All Humors That Have Showed Themselves Humors Since The Old Days Of Goodman Adam To The Pupil Age Of This Present Twelve O'clock At Midnight.

Let Me Not Live, After My Flame Lacks Oil, To Be The Snuff Of Younger Spirits.

Virtue Itself Turns Vice, Being Misapplied, And Vice Sometime By Action Dignified.

May Never Glorious Sun Reflex His Beams Upon The Country Where You Make Abode! But Darkness And The Gloomy Shade Of Death Environ You Till Mischief And Despair Drive You To Break Your Necks Or Hang Yourselves.

One Pain Is Cured By Another. Catch Some New Infection In Your Eye And The Poison Of The Old One Would Die.