Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.

Fortune, that with malicious joyDoes man her slave oppress,Proud of her office to destroy,Is seldom pleasd to bless.

We find few historians who have been diligent enough in their search for truth; it is their common method to take on trust what they help distribute to the public; by which means a falsehood once received from a famed writer becomes traditional to posterity.

Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.

Mighty things from small beginnings grow.

Heaven be thanked, we live in such an age, When no man dies for love, but on the stage.

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