Mischiefs feed / Like beasts, till they be fat, and then they bleed.

Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love, Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain: Suns that set may rise again; But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night. Why should we defer our joys? Fame and rumour are but toys.

Drink today, and drown all sorrow; You shall perhaps not do it tomorrow; Best, while you have it, use your breath; There is no drinking after death.

Men that talk of their own benefits are not believed to talk of them because they have done them, but to have done them because they might talk of them.

Who casts to write a living line, must sweat.

Silence in woman is like speech in man.

A good king is a public servant.