A good conscience is a port which is landlocked on every side, where no winds can possibly invade. There a man may not only see his own image, but that of his Maker, clearly reflected from the undisturbed waters.

But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.

Dead men tell no tales.

From Harmony, from heav'nly Harmony. This universal Frame began.

Old age creeps on us ere we think it nigh.

I maintain, against the enemies of the stage, that patterns of piety, decently represented, may second the precepts.

When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.