“Yet is there one more cursed than they all, That canker-worm, that monster, jealousie, Which eats the heart and feeds upon the gall, Turning all love’s delight to misery, Through fear of losing his felicity.”

Through knowledge we behold the world’s creation, How in his cradle first he fostered was; And judge of Nature’s cunning operation, How things she formed of a formless mass.

What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?

Foul jealousy! that turnest love divine to joyless dread, and makest the loving heart with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine.

Sweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play, A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan’s beams, which then did glister fair.

The Patron of true Holinesse, Foule Errour doth defeate: Hypocrisie him to entrappe, Doth to his home entreate.

And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.

Men, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to excuse their own follies.

Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.

So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.

Fretting grief the enemy of life.

And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.

A circle cannot fill a triangle, so neither can the whole world, if it were to be compassed, the heart of man; a man may as easily fill a chest with grace as the heart with gold. The air fills not the body, neither doth money the covetous mind of man.

Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!

Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.

From good to bad, and from bad to worse, From worse unto that is worst of all, And then return to his former fall.

Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?

The author brings to the table a healthy skepticism of the conventional wisdom, an admirable ability to separate fact from fancy, and an undisguised repugnance for the mumbo-jumbo that’s the curse of so much commentary on anything to do with economics or investment.

Cursed in earth and subdued by death, man found himself beset by time, and his instincts put to the test.

Hopeless are those who suffers the curse of heaven-so be hopeful.

Cursed be he above all others Who’s enslaved by love of money. Money takes the place of brothers, Money takes the place of parents, Money brings us war and slaughter.

She was the kind of person who would rather light a candle than curse the darkness.

I don’t need to explain why it’s a curse.

It is the curse of humanity that it learns to tolerate even the most horrible situations by habituation, that it forgets the most shameful happenings in the daily shame of events, and that it can hardly understand when individuals aim to destroy this infamy.

It is the curse of humanity that it learns to tolerate even the most horrible situations by habituation.