The Way To Rise Is To Obey

Sweet Meat Must Have Sour Sauce.

The Poet Is The Nearest Borderer Upon The Orator.

Fortune, That Favors Fools.

Tis Not The Wholesome Sharp Mortality, Or Modest Anger Of A Satiric Spirit, That Hurts Or Wounds The Body Of A State, But The Sinister Application Of The Malicious, Ignorant, And Base Interpreter; Who Will Distort And Strain The General Scope And Purpose Of An Author To His Particular And Private Spleen.

I Perceive Affection Makes A Fool Of Any Man Too Much The Father.