We Are Persons Of Quality,

He Threatens Many That Hath Injured One.

The Soul Of Man Is Infinite In What It Covets.

You Are Not Now To Think What's Best To Do, As In Beginnings, But What Must Be Done, Being Thus Enter'd; And Slip No Advantage That May Secure You. Let Them Call It Mischief; When It Is Past, And Prosper'd , 'twill Be Virtue.

True Melancholy Breeds Your Perfect Fine Wit.

He Who Is Taught Only By Himself Has A Fool For A Master.