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.
Were Guilt is, Rage and Courage doth abound.
He that would have his virtue published, is not the servant of virtue, but glory.
Well, as he brews, so shall he drink.
Indeed there's a woundy luck in names.
Tis the common disease of all your musicians that they know no mean, to be entreated, either to begin or end.