O! How vain and vile a passion is this fear! What base uncomely things it makes men do.
He that would have his virtue published, is not the servant of virtue, but glory.
The day For whose returns, and many, all these pray; And so do I.
Memory, of all the powers of the mind, is the most delicate and frail.
He who is taught only by himself has a fool for a master.
It is an art to have so much judgment as to apparel a lie well, to give it a good dressing.