What use of oaths, of promise, or of test, where men regard no God but interest?
Happy the innocent whose equal thoughts are free from anguish as they are from faults.
That eagle's fate and mine are one, Which, on the shaft that made him die, Espied a feather of his own, Wherewith he wont to soar so high.
All human things Of dearest value hang on slender strings.
With wisdom fraught; not such as books, but such as practice taught.
Ingenious to their ruin, every age improves the art and instruments of rage.