The Man That Is Once Hated, Both

For He That Once Is Good, Is Ever Great.

Greatness Of Name, In The Father, Ofttimes Helps Not Forth, But Overwhelms The Son: They Stand Too Near One Another. The Shadow Kills The Growth.

Tis The Common Disease Of All Your Musicians That They Know No Mean, To Be Entreated, Either To Begin Or End.

A Good Poet's Made As Well As Born.

Were Guilt Is, Rage And Courage Doth Abound.