“Freedom doth with degree dispense.”

Tell troth and shame the devil.

Let argument bear no unmusical sound.

Opinion is a light, vain, crude, and imperfect thing.

Who casts to write a living line, must sweat.

You are not now to think what’s best to do, As in beginnings, but what must be done, Being thus enter’d; and slip no advantage That may secure you. Let them call it mischief; When it is past, and prosper’d , ’twill be virtue.

Princes that would their people should do well Must at themselves begin, as at the head; For men, by their example, pattern out Their limitations, and regard of laws: A virtuous court a world to virtue draws.

A good dog deserves a good bone.

Aristotle was the first accurate critic and truest judge nay, the greatest philosopher the world ever had; for he noted the vices of all knowledges, in all creatures, and out of many men’s perfections in a science he formed still one Art.

Your highest female grace is silence.

How near to good is what is fair!

And where she went, the flowers took thickest root, As she had sow’d them with her odorous foot.

Out of clothes out of countenance, out of countenance out of wit.

I see compassion may become a justice, though it be a weakness, I confess, and nearer a vice than a virtue.

You learn nothing about someone by the way they win the fight, you learn everything about the way they lose and keep coming back.

Get money, still get money, boy, no matter by what means.

We are persons of quality, I assure you, and women of fashion, and come to see and to be seen.