A Good King Is A Public Servant.

Whosoever Loves Not Picture Is Injurious To Truth, And All The Wisdom Of Poetry. Picture Is The Invention Of Heaven, The Most Ancient And Most Akin To Nature. It Is Itself A Silent Work, And Always One And The Same Habit.

In The Hope To Meet Shortly Again, And Make Our Absence Sweet.

Well, As He Brews, So Shall He Drink.

I Remember, The Players Have Often Mentioned It As An Honour To Shakespeare, That In His Writing (whatsoever He Penned) He Never Plotted Out A Line. My Answer Hath Been, Would He Had Blotted A Thousand.

Love That Is Ignorant And Hatred Have Almost The Same Ends.