All discourses but my own afflict me; they seem harsh, impertinent, and irksome
Ambition makes more trusty slaves than need
He threatens many that hath injured one.
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.
Good men but see death, the wicked taste it.
Tell troth and shame the devil.