All the world's bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
Hope! fortune's cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
There is some help for all the defects of fortune; for, if a man cannot attain to the length of his wishes, he may have his remedy by cutting of them shorter.
Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.