True gladness doth not always speak; joy, bred and born but in the tongue, is weak.
O! How vain and vile a passion is this fear! What base uncomely things it makes men do.
It is an art to have so much judgment as to apparel a lie well, to give it a good dressing.
My thoughts and I were of another world.
When a virtuous man is raised, it brings gladness to his friends, grief to his enemies, and glory to his posterity.
As it is a great point of art, when our matter requires it, to enlarge and veer out all sail, so to take it in and contract it is of no less praise when the argument doth ask it.