Whom the disease of talking still once posses-seth, he can never hold his peace.
Our whole life is like a play.
Honor's a good brooch to wear in a man's hat at all times.
That old bald cheater, Time.
The world knows only two, that's Rome and I.
Minds that are great and free, should not on fortune pause: 'Tis crown enough to virtue still, her own applause.