Such Thanks As Fits A

To Some Kind Of Men Their Graces Serve Them But As Enemies.

We Must Not Stint Our Necessary Actions In The Fear To Cope Malicious Censurers, Which Ever, As Rav'nous Fishes, Do A Vessel Follow That Is New-trimmed, But Benefit No Further Than Vainly Longing.

Wisdom Cries Out In The Streets, And No Man Regards It.

He Receives Comfort Like Cold Porridge.

Self-love, My Liege, Is Not So Vile A Sin, As Self-neglecting.