Hate Pollutes The Mind.

There Is No Vice So Simple But Assumes Some Mark Of Virtue On His Outward Parts.

There's Nothing In This World Can Make Me Joy: Life Is As Tedious As A Twice-told Tale Vexing The Dull Ear Of A Drowsy Man; And Bitter Shame Hath Spoil'd The Sweet World's Taste That It Yields Nought But Shame And Bitterness.

We Waste Our Lights In Vain, Like Lamps By Day.

Thou Slave, Thou Wretch, Thou Coward! Thou Little Valiant, Great In Villainy! Thou Ever Strong Upon The Stronger Side! Thou Fortune's Champion, That Dost Never Fight But Where Her Humorous Ladyship Is By To Teach Thee Safety.

You Are Not Worth The Dust Which The Rude Wind Blows In Your Face.