Is That A Birthday? 'tis, Alas! Too

What Can Ennoble Sots, Or Slaves, Or Cowards? Alas! Not All The Blood, Of All The Howards.

Let Fortune Do Her Worst, Whatever She Makes Us Lose, So Long As She Never Makes Us Lose Our Honesty And Our Independence.

There Is No Study That Is Not Capable Of Delighting Us After A Little Application To It.

Conceit Is To Nature What Paint Is To Beauty; It Is Not Only Needless, But It Impairs What It Would Improve.

A God Without Dominion, Providence, And Final Causes, Is Nothing Else But Fate And Nature.