The man that is once hated, both his good and his evil deeds oppress him.
Your highest female grace is silence.
All discourses but my own afflict me; they seem harsh, impertinent, and irksome
Minds that are great and free, should not on fortune pause: 'Tis crown enough to virtue still, her own applause.
No glass renders a man's form or likeness so true as his speech.
How Fortune piles her sports when she begins to practise them!