Force works on servile natures, not the free.
Opinion is a light, vain, crude, and imperfect thing.
Tis the common disease of all your musicians that they know no mean, to be entreated, either to begin or end.
A good man should and must Sit rather down with loss than rise unjust.
Poets are far rarer birds than kings.
I remember, the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never plotted out a line. My answer hath been, would he had blotted a thousand.