Good men are the stars, the planets of the ages wherein they live, and illustrate the times.
Let those that merely talk and never think, That live in the wild anarchy of drink
Weigh the meaning and look not at the words.
All discourses but my own afflict me; they seem harsh, impertinent, and irksome
I have been at my book; and am now past the craggy paths of study, and come to the flowery plains of honour and reputation
Minds that are great and free, should not on fortune pause: 'Tis crown enough to virtue still, her own applause.