Weigh The Meaning And Look Not At

Ambition Makes More Trusty Slaves Than Need

True Melancholy Breeds Your Perfect Fine Wit.

Well, I Will Scourge Those Apes, And To These Courteous Eyes Oppose A Mirror, As Large As Is The Stage Whereon We Act; Where They Shall See The Time's Deformity Anatomised In Every Nerve, And Sinew, With Constant Courage, And Contempt Of Fear.

As It Is A Great Point Of Art, When Our Matter Requires It, To Enlarge And Veer Out All Sail, So To Take It In And Contract It Is Of No Less Praise When The Argument Doth Ask It.

If You Be Sick, Your Own Thoughts Make You Sick