And Where She Went, The Flowers Took

Opinion Is A Light, Vain, Crude, And Imperfect Thing.

Sweet Meat Must Have Sour Sauce.

Where Dost Thou Careless Lie, Buried In Ease And Sloth? Knowledge That Sleeps, Doth Die; And This Security, It Is The Common Moth, That Eats On Wits And Arts, And Oft Destroys Them Both.

Of All Wild Beasts Preserve Me From A Tyrant; And Of All Tame A Flatterer.

He That Is Respectless In His Courses Oft Sells His Reputation At Cheap Market.