My Cousin's A Fool, And

There's Nothing Ill Can Dwell In Such A Temple. If The Ill Spirit Have So Fair A House, Good Things Will Strive To Dwell With't

We Make Ourselves Fools To Disport Ourselves And Spend Our Flatteries To Drink Those Men Upon Whose Age We Void It Up Again With Poisonous Spite And Envy.

Are You Up To Your Destiny?

It Is Held That Valor Is The Chiefest Virtue, And Most Dignifies The Haver.

I Must Be Gone And Live, Or Stay And Die.