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.

He that would have his virtue published, is not the servant of virtue, but glory.

Many punishments sometimes, and in some cases, as much discredit a prince as many funerals a physician.

The poet is the nearest borderer upon the orator.

Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine.

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

My thoughts and I were of another world.