They Do Most By Books, Who Could

The World, Which Took Six Days To Make, Is Likely To Take Us Six Thousand Years To Make Out.

I Am In No Way Facetious, Nor Disposed For The Mirth And Galliardize Of Company, Yet In One Dream I Can Compose A Whole Comedy, Behold The Action, Apprehend The Jests, And Laugh Myself Awake At The Conceits Thereof.

Think Not Silence The Wisdom Of Fools; But, If Rightly Timed, The Honor Of Wise Men, Who Have Not The Infirmity, But The Virtue Of Taciturnity.

Rich With The Spoils Of Nature.

There Is Another Man Within Me That's Angry With Me.