Force works on servile natures, not the free.
Great honours are great burdens, but on whom They are cast with envy, he doth bear two loads.
Mischiefs feed / Like beasts, till they be fat, and then they bleed.
My thoughts and I were of another world.
How Fortune piles her sports when she begins to practise them!
And where she went, the flowers took thickest root, As she had sow'd them with her odorous foot.