Tis Immortality To Die Aspiring,

Let No Man Value At A Little Price A Virtuous Woman's Counsel; Her Winged Spirit Is Feathered Often Times With Heavenly Words, And, Like Her Beauty, Ravishing And Pure.

Poetry, Unlike Oratory, Should Not Aim At Clarity... But Be Dense With Meaning, 'something To Be Chewed And Digested'.

We Inherit Nothing Truly, But What Our Actions Make Us Worthy Of.

Blood, Though It Sleep A Time, Yet Never Dies. The Gods On Murtherers Fix Revengeful Eyes.

Fortune, The Great Commandress Of The World, Hath Divers Ways To Advance Her Followers: To Some She Gives Honor Without Deserving; To Other Some, Deserving Without Honor; Some Wit, Some Wealth,--and Some, Wit Without Wealth; Some Wealth Without Wit; Some Nor Wit Nor Wealth.