Affliction Teacheth A Wicked Person Sometime To

If Men Will Impartially, And Not Asquint, Look Toward The Offices And Function Of A Poet, They Will Easily Conclude To Themselves The Impossibility Of Any Man's Being A Good Poet Without First Being A Good Man.

For He That Once Is Good, Is Ever Great.

We Are Persons Of Quality, I Assure You, And Women Of Fashion, And Come To See And To Be Seen.

Nothing Is A Courtesy Unless It Be Meant Us, And That Friendly And Lovingly. We Owe No Thanks To Rivers That They Carry Our Boats, Or Winds That They Be Favoring And Fill Our Sails, Or Meats That They Be Nourishing; For These Are What They Are Necessarily. Horses Carry Us, Trees Shade Us; But They Know It Not.

[the Play] Is Like To Be A Very Conceited Scurvy One, In Plain English.