Great honours are great burdens, but on whom They are cast with envy, he doth bear two loads.
Minds that are great and free, should not on fortune pause: 'Tis crown enough to virtue still, her own applause.
Good men but see death, the wicked taste it.
To speak and to speak well are two things. A fool may talk, but a wise man speaks.
In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Tis the common disease of all your musicians that they know no mean, to be entreated, either to begin or end.