I Will Praise Any Man

Conversation Should Be Pleasant Without Scurrility, Witty Without Affectation, Free Without Indecency, Learned Without Conceitedness, Novel Without Falsehood.

Ay, Much Is The Force Of Heaven-bred Poesy.

My Brain More Busy Than The Labouring Spider Weaves Tedious Snares To Trap Mine Enemies.

I Will Chide No Breather In The World But Myself, Against Whom I Know Most Faults.

What Is A Man, If His Chief Good And Market Of His Time Be But To Sleep And Feed? A Beast, No More. Sure He That Made Us With Such Large Discourse, Looking Before And After, Gave Us Not That Capability And God-like Reason To Fust In Us Unused.