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0 summer friendship, whose flat-tering leaves shadowed us in our prosperity, With the least gust, drop off in the autumn of adversity.

A diamond, though set in horns, is still a diamond, and sparkles in purest gold.

Ambition, in a private man is a vice, is in a prince the virtue.

And, to all married men, be this a caution, Which they should duly tender as their life, Neither to doat too much, nor doubt a wife.

As the index tells us the contents of stories and directs to the particular chapter, even so does the outward habit and superficial order of garments (in man or woman) give us a taste of the spirit, and demonstratively point (as it were a manual note from the margin) all the internal quality of the soul; and there cannot be a more evident, palpable, gross manifestation of poor, degenerate, dunghilly blood and breeding than a rude, unpolished, disordered, and slovenly outside.

A willing mind makes a hard journey easy.

Before We end our pilgrimage, 'tis fit that we Should leave corruption, and foul sin, behind us, But with wash'd feet and hands, the heathens dar' not Enter their profane temples; and for me To hope my passage to eternity Can be made easy, till I have shook off The burthen of my sins in free confession, Aided with sorrow, and repentance for them, Is against reason.

Be wise; soar not too high to fall; but stoop to rise.

Black detraction will find faults where they are not.

But married once, a man is stak'd or pown'd, and cannot graze beyond his own hedge.

Cheerful looks make every dish a feast, and it is that which crowns a welcome.

Conscience and wealth are not always neighbors.

Detraction's a bold monster, and fears not To wound the fame of princes, if it find But any blemish in their lives to work on.

Factions among yourselves; preferring such To offices and honors, as ne'er read The elements of saving policy; But deeply skilled in all the principles That usher to destruction.

For any man to match above his rank is but to sell his liberty.

From the king To the beggar, by gradation, all are servants; And you must grant, the slavery is less To study to please one, than many.

Giants in Their promises, but those obtained, weak pigmies In their performance.

Great men, Till they have gained their ends, are giants in Their promises, but, those obtained, weak pigmies In their performance. And it is a maxim Allowed among them, so they may deceive, They may swear anything; for the queen of love, As they hold constantly, does never punish, But smile, at lovers' perjuries.

Greatness, with private men Esteem'd a blessing, is to me a curse; And we, whom, for our high births, they conclude The happy freemen, are the only slaves. Happy the golden mean!

He is not valiant that dares lie; but he that boldly bears calamity.

He that would govern others, first should be the master of himself.

He that doth public good for multitudes, finds few are truly grateful

He that knows no guilt can know no fear.

Honour is Virtue's allowed ascent: honour that clasps All perfect justice in her arms; that craves No more respect than that she gives; that does Nothing but what she'll suffer.

If you like not hanging, drown yourself; Take some course for your reputation.

I had not to this time subsisted, but that I was supported by your frequent courtesies and favours.

I have play'd the fool, the gross fool, to believe The bosom of a friend will hold a secret Mine own could not contain.

I in my own house am an emperor, And will defend what's mine.

It is true fortitude to stand firm against All shocks of fate, when cowards faint and die In fear to suffer more calamity.

Like a rough orator, that brings more truth Than rhetoric, to make good his accusation.

Malice scorned, puts out itself; but argued, give a kind of credit to a false accusation.

My dancing days are past.

Nay, droop not, fellows; innocence should be bold.

Nor custom, nor example, nor cast numbers Of such as do offend, make less the sin.

One grain of incense with devotion offer'd 'S beyond all perfumes of Sabaean spices.

Patience, the beggar's virtue, shall find no harbor here.

Petitions, not sweetened with gold, are but unsavory and oft refused; or, if received, are pocketed, not read.

Pleasures of worse natures Are gladly entertained, and they that shun us Practice in private sports the stews would blush at.

Revenge, that thirsty dropsy of our souls, makes us covet that which hurts us most.

Shall this nectar Run useless, then, to waste? or ... these lips, That open like the morn, breathing perfumes, On such as dare approach them, be untouch'd? They must--nay, 'tis in vain to make resistance-- Be often kissed and tasted.

Such as ne'er saw swans May think crows beautiful.

The good needs fear no law, It is his safety and the bad man's awe.

The over curious are not over wise.

The soul is strong that trusts in goodness.

They are only safe That know to soothe the prince's appetite, And serve his lusts.

Thou art figured blind, and yet we borrow our best sight from thee.

Tis the only discipline we are born for; all studies else are but as circular lines, and death the center where they all must meet.

To doubt is worse than to have lost; And to despair is but to antedate those miseries that must fall on us.

True dignity is never gained by place, and never lost when honors are withdrawn.

Virgin me no virgins! I must have you lose that name, or you lose me.