Nor use too swelling, or ill-sounded words . . . .
It is virtue that gives glory; that will endenizen a man everywhere.
All concord's born of contraries.
Tis the common disease of all your musicians that they know no mean, to be entreated, either to begin or end.
The pipe marks the point at which the orangutan ends and man begins.
I feel my griefs too, and there scarce is ground Upon my flesh t'inflict another wound. Yet dare I not complain, or wish for death With holy Paul; lest it be thought the breath Of discontent; or that these prayers be For weariness of life, not love of thee.