I perceive affection makes a fool Of any man too much the father.
Fortune, thou hadst no deity, if men Had wisdom.
Of all wild beasts preserve me from a tyrant; and of all tame a flatterer.
All discourses but my own afflict me; they seem harsh, impertinent, and irksome
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.
Fear to do base, unworthy things is valor; if they be one to us, to suffer them is valor too.