Words borrowed of Antiquity do lend a kind of Majesty to style, and are not without their delight sometimes. For they have the authority of years, and out of their intermission do win to themselves a kind of grace-like newness. But the eldest of the present, and newest of the past Language, is the best.

True gladness doth not always speak; joy, bred and born but in the tongue, is weak.

For whose sake, henceforth, all his vows be such, As what he loves may never like too much.

Force works on servile natures, not the free.

Let argument bear no unmusical sound.

Get money, still get money, boy, no matter by what means.

There is no doctrine will do good where nature is wanting.