Worldly fame is but a breath of wind that blows now this way, and now that, and changes name as it changes direction.

Thou shall know by experience how salt the savor is of others' bread, and how sad a path it is to climb and descend another's stairs.

Follow your own star!

This mountain is so formed that it is always wearisome when one begins the ascent, but becomes easier the higher one climbs.

I felt for the tormented whirlwinds Damned for their carnal sins Committed when they let their passions rule their reason.

Honor is the greatest poet.

For she doth make my veins and pulses tremble.