Fortune, thou hadst no deity, if men Had wisdom.

Whosoever loves not picture is injurious to truth, and all the wisdom of poetry. Picture is the invention of heaven, the most ancient and most akin to nature. It is itself a silent work, and always one and the same habit.

It is as great a spite to be praised in the wrong place, and by a wrong person, as can be done to a noble nature.

O, for an engine, to keep back all clocks, or make the sun forget his motion!

Rich apparel has strange virtues; it makes him that hath it without means esteemed for an excellent wit; he that enjoys it with means puts the world in remembrance of his means.

He that departs with his own honesty For Vulgar , doth it too dearly buy.

Were Guilt is, Rage and Courage doth abound.