The Best Is Yet To Come.

To Offend And Judge Are Distinct Offices, And Of Opposed Natures.

Many A Man's Tongue Shakes Out His Master's Undoing.

Never Durst Poet Touch A Pen To Write Until His Ink Were Temper'd With Love's Sighs.

We Make Ourselves Fools To Disport Ourselves And Spend Our Flatteries To Drink Those Men Upon Whose Age We Void It Up Again With Poisonous Spite And Envy.

Thus May Poor Fools Belive False Teachers.