Whom Hatred Frights, Let Him Not Dream

If You Be Sick, Your Own Thoughts Make You Sick

To The Old, Long Life And Treasure; To The Young, All Health And Pleasure.

[the Play] Is Like To Be A Very Conceited Scurvy One, In Plain English.

Opinion Is A Light, Vain, Crude, And Imperfect Thing.

Of All Wild Beasts Preserve Me From A Tyrant; And Of All Tame A Flatterer.