Were Guilt is, Rage and Courage doth abound.
Greatness of name, in the father, ofttimes helps not forth, but overwhelms the son: They stand too near one another. The shadow kills the growth.
The poet is the nearest borderer upon the orator.
He that departs with his own honesty For Vulgar , doth it too dearly buy.
Our whole life is like a play.
A good man should and must Sit rather down with loss than rise unjust.