Doing Good Is The Only

Our Erected Wit Maketh Us To Know What Perfection Is.

...the Poet, He Nothing Affirmeth, And Therefore Never Lieth.

How Violently Do Rumors Blow The Sails Of Popular Judgments! How Few There Be That Can Discern Between Truth And Truth-likeness, Between Shows And Substance!

It Many Times Falls Out That We Deem Ourselves Much Deceived In Others Because We First Deceived Ourselves.

The Lightsome Countenance Of A Friend Giveth Such An Inward Decking To The House Where It Lodgeth, As Proudest Palaces Have Cause To Envy The Gilding.