“My house is small, but you are learned men And by your arguments can make a place Twenty foot broad as infinite as space.”

If gold rusts, what then can iron do?

Many small make a great.

People can die of mere imagination.

In the stars is written the death of every man.

And so it is in politics, dear brother, Each for himself alone, there is no other.

We little know the things for which we pray.

For out of old fields, as men saith, Cometh all this new corn from year to year; And out of old books, in good faith, Cometh all this new science that men learn.

Patience is a conquering virtue. The learned say that, if it not desert you, It vanquishes what force can never reach; Why answer back at every angry speech? No, learn forbearance or, I’ll tell you what, You will be taught it, whether you will or not.

In love there is but little rest.

And gladly would he learn and gladly teach.

Full wise is he that can himself know.

Death is the end of every worldly pain.

Mercy surpasses justice.

All good things must come to an end.

That field hath eyen, and the wood hath ears.

Make a virtue of necessity.