Like The Air-invested Heron, Great

Weigh Not So Much What Men Assert, As What They Prove. Truth Is Simple And Naked, And Needs Not Invention To Apparel Her Comeliness.

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!

Ambition Thinks No Face So Beautiful As That Which Looks From Under A Crown.

With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb'st The Skies! How Silently, And With How Wan A Face!

He Whom Passion Rules, Is Bent To Meet His Death.