To Speak And To Speak Well Are

Force Works On Servile Natures, Not The Free.

The Voice So Sweet, The Words So Fair, As Some Soft Chime Had Stroked The Air; And Though The Sound Had Parted Thence, Still Left An Echo In The Sense.

Whom The Disease Of Talking Still Once Posses-seth, He Can Never Hold His Peace.

A Valiant Man Ought Not To Undergo, Or Tempt A Danger, But Worthily, And By Selected Ways, He Undertakes With Reason, Not By Chance. His Valor Is The Salt T' His Other Virtues, They're All Unseason'd Without It.

Nor Use Too Swelling, Or Ill-sounded Words . . . .