Give Every Man Thy Ear, But Few

The Words Of Mercury Are Harsh After The Songs Of Apollo.

Trust Not Your Daughter's Minds By What You See Them Act.

Fair Ladies, Masked, Are Roses In Their Bud; Dismasked, The Damask Sweet Commixture Shown, Are Angels Vailing Clouds, Or Roses Blown.

How Quickly Nature Falls Into Revolt When Gold Becomes Her Object! For This The Foolish Over-careful Fathers Have Broke Their Sleep With Thoughts, Their Brains With Care, Their Bones With Industry.

To Be Direct And Honest Is Not Safe.