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A politician must like lightning melt
The very marrow, and not taint the skin;
His ways must not be seen.
All the soul
Of man is resolution; which expires
Never from valiant men, till their last breath;
And then with it, like a flame extinguish'd
For want of matter; it does not die, but
Rather ceases to live.
Extremes, though contrary, have the like effect; extreme heat mortifies, like extreme cold; extreme love breeds satiety, as well as extreme hatred.
Flatterers look like friends, as wolves like dogs.
For as the light
Not only serves to show, but render us
Mutually profitable; so our lives,
In acts exemplary, not only win
Ourselves good names, but do to others give
Matter for virtuous deeds, by which we live.
He that bears himself like a gentleman, is
Worth to have been born a gentleman.
He that shuns trifles must shun the world.
I'll have no more beggars. Fools shall have wealth, and the learned shall live by his wits. I'll have no more bankrupts.
Like clocks, one wheel another on must drive,
Affairs by diligent labors only thrive.
Marriage is ever made by destiny.
Measure not thy carriage by any man's eye,
Thy speech by no man's ear; but be resolute
And confident in doing and saying;
And this is the grace of a right gentleman.
Men's judgments sway on that side fortune leans.
News as wholesome as the morning air.
O the dangerous siege
Sin lays about us! And the tyranny
He exercises when he hath expung'd,
Like to the horror of a winter's thunder,
Mix'd with a gushing storm; that suffers nothing
To stir abroad on earth, but their own rages,
Is sin, when it hath gather'd head above us:
No roof, no shelter can secure us so,
But he will drown our cheeks in fear or woe.
Promise is most given when the least is said.
- translation of Musoeus "Hero and Leander", l. 234
Sin is ashamed of sin.
The blind goddess of fools.
The old Scythians painted blind fortune's powerful hands with wings, to show her gifts come swift and suddenly, which, if her favorite be not swift to take, he loses them forever.
The use of time is fate.
They're only truly great who are truly good.
Up start as many aches in his bones, as there are ouches in his skin.
We inherit nothing truly, but what our actions make us worthy of.
Who 'scapes the snare
Once, has a certain caution to beware.
Wit is of the true Pierian spring, that can make anything of anything.
Your noblest natures are most credulous.
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