“Affliction teacheth a wicked person sometime to pray; prosperity never.”

The way to rise is to obey and please.

A new disease? I know not, new or old, but it may well be called poor mortals plague for, like a pestilence, it doth infect the houses of the brain till not a thought, or motion, in the mind, be free from the black poison of suspect.

Who falls for love of God, shall rise a star.

The world knows only two, that’s Rome and I.

Cares that have entered once in the breast, will have whole possession of the rest.

Fortune, that favors fools.

It is a note Of upstart greatness to observe and watch For these poor trifles, which the noble mind Neglects and scorns.

Hang sorrow, care’ll kill a cat.

A good king is a public servant.

Drink today, and drown all sorrow; You shall perhaps not do it tomorrow; Best, while you have it, use your breath; There is no drinking after death.

The two chief things that give a man reputation in counsel, are the opinion of his honesty, and the opinion of his wisdom; the authority of those two will persuade.

The voice so sweet, the words so fair, As some soft chime had stroked the air; And though the sound had parted thence, Still left an echo in the sense.

Soul of the age! The applause! delight! The wonder of our stage!

Honor’s a good brooch to wear in a man’s hat at all times.

Chance will not do the work. Chance sends the breeze; But if the pilot slumber at the helm, The very wind that wafts us tow’rds the port May dash us on the shoals. The steersman’s part Is vigilance, or blow it rough or smooth.

Ambition makes more trusty slaves than need