“That I might live alone once with my gold! O, ’tis a sweet companion! kind and true: A man may trust it when his father cheats him, Brother, or friend, or wife. O wondrous pelf! That which makes all men false, is true itself.”

Minds that are great and free, should not on fortune pause: ‘Tis crown enough to virtue still, her own applause.

Ambition, like a torrent, never looks back.

The dignity of truth is lost with much protesting.

Freedom doth with degree dispense.

Good men are the stars, the planets of the ages wherein they live, and illustrate the times.

There is no bounty to be showed to such As have real goodness: Bounty is A spice of virtue; and what virtuous act Can take effect on them that have no power Of equal habitude to apprehend it?

I perceive affection makes a fool Of any man too much the father.

Court a mistress, she denies you; let her alone, she will court you.

Nor shall our cups make any guilty men; But at our parting, we will be, as when We innocently met.

Force works on servile natures, not the free.

It is virtue that gives glory; that will endenizen a man everywhere.

Queen and huntress, chaste and fair Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light Goddess, excellently bright.

They, who know no evil, will suspect none.

Ods me I marle what pleasure or felicity they have in taking their roguish tobacco. It is good for nothing but to choke a man, and fill him full of smoke and embers.

Wine it is the milk of Venus, And the poet’s horse accounted: Ply it and you all are mounted.

True happiness consists not in the multitude of friends, but in the worth and choice.