Opinion is a light, vain, crude, and imperfect thing.
The poet is the nearest borderer upon the orator.
Out of clothes out of countenance, out of countenance out of wit.
I have discovered that a famed familiarity in great ones is a note of certain usurpation on the less; for great and popular men feign themselves to be servants to others to make those slaves to them.
Were Guilt is, Rage and Courage doth abound.
All discourses but my own afflict me; they seem harsh, impertinent, and irksome