Though triumphs were to generals only due, crowns were reserved to grace the soldiers too.

Fly, dotard, fly! With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.

I was not born for courts and great affairs, but I pay my debts, believe and say my prayers.

Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.

Whatever is, is right.

From the moment one sets up for an author, one must be treated as ceremoniously, that is as unfaithfully, "as a king's favorite or a king.

Fine sense and exalted sense are not half so useful as common sense.