They Who Derive Their Worth

Men Leave Their Riches Either To Their Kindred Or Their Friends, And Moderate Portions Prosper Best In Both.

There Is No Vice That Doth So Cover A Man With Shame As To Be Found False And Perfidious.

Above All, Believe It, The Sweetest Canticle Is Nunc Dimittis, When A Man Hath Obtained Worthy Ends And Expectations. Death Hath This Also, That It Openeth The Gate To Good Fame, And Extinguisheth Envy.

The Only Hope [of Science] ... Is In Genuine Induction.

The Speaking In A Perpetual Hyperbole Is Comely In Nothing But Love.