Rising glory occasions the greatest envy, as kindling fire the greatest smoke.
The man whom nature's self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!
Nothing under heaven so strongly doth allure the sense of man, and all his mind possess, as beauty's love.
Ah, fool! faint heart fair lady ne'er could win.