Freedom Doth With Degree Dispense.

A Good Man Should And Must Sit Rather Down With Loss Than Rise Unjust.

True Gladness Doth Not Always Speak; Joy, Bred And Born But In The Tongue, Is Weak.

That Old Bald Cheater, Time.

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

A Prince Without Letters Is A Pilot Without Eyes. All His Government Is Groping.