Man, like the generous vine, supported lives; the strength he gains is from the embrace he gives.

Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favors call; She comes unlooked for, if she comes at all .

On wrongs swift vengeance waits.

With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought.

To swear is neither brave, polite, nor wise.

All chance, direction, which thou canst not see

Our judgments, like our watches, none go just alike, yet each believes his own