Lord Bacon told Sir Edward Coke when he was boasting, The less you speak of your greatness, the more shall I think of it.

Then love-devouring Death do what he dare.

In thy youth wast as true a lover, As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow

Assume a virtue if you have it not.

Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both!

The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy; his legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure.

Never, never, never, never, never! Pray you, undo this button.