It is an art to have so much judgment as to apparel a lie well, to give it a good dressing.

Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love, Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain: Suns that set may rise again; But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night. Why should we defer our joys? Fame and rumour are but toys.

Language most shows a man, speak that I may see thee.

Very few men are wise by their own council, or learned by their own teaching. For he that was only taught by himself, had a fool for a master.

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.

To speak and to speak well are two things. A fool may talk, but a wise man speaks.

A good life is a main argument.