And for the authentical truth of either person or actions, who (worth the respecting) will expect it in a poem, whose subject is not truth, but things like truth? Poor envious souls they are that cavil at truth's want in these natural fictions; material instruction, elegant and sententious excitation to virtue, and deflection from her contrary, being the soul, limbs, and limits of an authentical tragedy.

Tis immortality to die aspiring.

So our lives In acts exemplary, not only win Ourselves good names, but doth to others give Matter for virtuous deeds, by which we live.

Who to himself is law no law doth need; offends none and is king indeed.

An ill weed grows apace.

The best way to accomplish something is to just do it, and then find the courage afterward.

The incompetent quickly throws himself into another impressive enterprise in order to escape his responsibility from previous disaster.