Minds that are great and free, should not on fortune pause: 'Tis crown enough to virtue still, her own applause.
A good man should and must Sit rather down with loss than rise unjust.
All concord's born of contraries.
How Fortune piles her sports when she begins to practise them!
The pipe marks the point at which the orangutan ends and man begins.
Hang sorrow, care'll kill a cat.