Let those that merely talk and never think, That live in the wild anarchy of drink

Of all wild beasts preserve me from a tyrant; and of all tame a flatterer.

Prevent your day at morning.

Nor use too swelling, or ill-sounded words . . . .

Whom the disease of talking still once posses-seth, he can never hold his peace.

Get money, still get money, boy, no matter by what means.

It is as great a spite to be praised in the wrong place, and by a wrong person, as can be done to a noble nature.