Discontent Is Like Ink Poured

Shall I Speak Truly What I Now See Below? The World Is All A Carkass, Smoak And Vanity, The Shadow Of A Shadow, A Play And In One Word, Just Nothing.

Men Are Like Wine,--not Good Before The Lees Of Clownishness Be Settled.

Virtue Is The Truest Liberty.

Zeal Without Humanity Is Like A Ship Without A Rudder, Liable To Be Stranded At Any Moment

Arrogance Is A Weed Which Grows Upon A Dunghill; It Is From The Rankness Of The Soil That She Has Her Height And Spreadings: Witness, Clowns, Fools, And Fellows, Who From Nothing, Are Lifted Up Some Few Steps On Fortune's Ladder: Where, Seeing The Glorious Representment Of Honour Above Them, They Are So Eager To Embrace It, That They Strive To Leap Thither At Once, And By Over-reaching Themselves In The Way, They Fail Of The End, And Fall.