There Is No Doctrine Will

Nor Use Too Swelling, Or Ill-sounded Words . . . .

Passions Are Spiritual Rebels And Raise Sedition Against The Understanding.

Truth Is Man's Proper Good, And The Only Immortal Thing Was Given To Our Mortality To Use.

How Fortune Piles Her Sports When She Begins To Practise Them!

Give Me A Look, Give Me A Face, That Makes Simplicity A Grace Robes Loosely Flowing, Hair As Free Such Sweet Neglect More Taketh Me Than All The Adulteries Of Art: They Strike Mine Eyes, But Not My Heart.