Charity Is A Naked Child,

The Suburbs Of Folly Is Vain Mirth, And Profuseness Of Laughter Is The City Of Fools.

Of All The Difficulties In A State, The Temper Of A True Government Most Felicifies And Perpetuates It; Too Sudden Alterations Distemper It. Had Nero Tuned His Kingdom As He Did His Harp, His Harmony Had Been More Honorable, And His Reign More Prosperous.

Sin, When It Is Finished, Bringeth Forth Death.

If Thou Hast No Inferiors, Have Patience Awhile, And Thou Shalt Have No Superiors. The Grave Requires No Marshal.

Physicians, Of All Men, Are Most Happy; Whatever Good Success Soever They Have, The World Proclaimeth; And What Faults They Commit, The Earth Covereth.