An Intemperate, Disorderly Youth Will Bring To

Probabilities Direct The Conduct Of The Wise Man.

Longing Not So Much To Change Things As To Overturn Them.

Softly! Softly! I Want None But The Judges To Hear Me. The Jews Have Already Gotten Me Into A Fine Mess, As They Have Many Other Gentleman. I Have No Desire To Furnish Further Grist For Their Mills.

Death Is Dreadful To The Man Whose All Is Extinguished With His Life; But Not To Him Whose Glory Never Can Die.

He Is Sometimes Slave Who Should Be Master; And Sometimes Master Who Should Be Slave.