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Foolery, Sir, Does Walk About The Orb Like The Sun; It Shines Everywhere.

After Your Death You Were Better Have A Bad Epitaph Than Their Ill Report While You Live.

Nature Hath Framed Strange Fellows In Her Time.

The Devil Shall Have His Bargain; For He Was Never Yet A Breaker Of Proverbs--he Will Give The Devil His Due.

Withal I Did Infer Your Lineaments, Being The Right Idea Of Your Father, Both In Your Form And Nobleness Of Mind; Laid Open All Your Victories In Scotland, Your Discipline In War, Wisdom In Peace, Your Bounty, Virtue, Fair Humility; Indeed, Left Nothing Fitting For Your Purpose Untouch'd Or Slightly Handled In Discourse.