Fear to do base, unworthy things is valor; if they be one to us, to suffer them is valor too.

For whose sake, henceforth, all his vows be such, As what he loves may never like too much.

Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace Robes loosely flowing, hair as free Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art: They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.

Men that talk of their own benefits are not believed to talk of them because they have done them, but to have done them because they might talk of them.

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

Neither do thou lust after that tawny weed tobacco.

I glory, more in the cunning purchase of my wealth than in the glad possession.