A good king is a public servant.
Calumnies are answered best with silence.
Fortune, thou hadst no deity, if men Had wisdom.
He that departs with his own honesty For Vulgar , doth it too dearly buy.
… the best pilots have need of mariners, besides sails, anchor and other tackle.
Popular men, They must create strange monsters, and then quell them, To make their arts seem something.
A lily of a day <br>Is fairer far in May, <br>Although it fall and die that night, <br>It was the plant and flower of light. <br>In small proportions we just beauties see, <br>And in short measures life may perfect be.
Honor’s a good brooch to wear in a man’s hat at all times.
The man that is once hated, both his good and his evil deeds oppress him.
Follow a shadow, it still flies you, Seem to fly, it will pursue: So court a mistress, she denies you; Let her alone, she will court you. Say are not women truly, then, Styled but the shadows of us men?
The burnt child dreads the fire.
Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace Robes loosely flowing, hair as free Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art: They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Forbear, you things<br>That stand upon the pinnacles of state,<br>To boast your slippery height! when you do fall,<br>You dash yourselves in pieces, ne’er to rise:<br>And he that lends you pity, is not wise.
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.
The dignity of truth is lost with much protesting.
Folly often goes beyond her bounds, but impudence knows none.
Blueness doth express trueness.
A good dog deserves a good bone.
The covetous man never has money. The prodigal will have none shortly.
It holds for good polity ever, to have that outwardly in vilest estimation, which inwardly is most dear to us.
O! How vain and vile a passion is this fear! What base uncomely things it makes men do.
Well, as he brews, so shall he drink.
God wisheth none should wreck on a strange shelf: To him man’s dearer than to himself.
Let those that merely talk and never think, That live in the wild anarchy of drink
Whom the disease of talking still once posses-seth, he can never hold his peace.
Books are faithful repositories, which may be awhile neglected or forgotten, but when they are opened again, will again impart their instruction.
Man and wife make one fool.
Cares that have entered once in the breast, will have whole possession of the rest.
Words borrowed of Antiquity do lend a kind of Majesty to style, and are not without their delight sometimes. For they have the authority of years, and out of their intermission do win to themselves a kind of grace-like newness. But the eldest of the present, and newest of the past Language, is the best.
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.
When a virtuous man is raised, it brings gladness to his friends, grief to his enemies, and glory to his posterity.
The poet is the nearest borderer upon the orator.
A prince without letters is a Pilot without eyes. All his government is groping.
Passions are spiritual rebels and raise sedition against the understanding.
Many might go to heaven with half the labour they go to hell, if they would venture their industry the right way.