Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.
Some wits, too, like oracles, deal in ambiguities, but not with equal success; for though ambiguities are the first excellence of an imposter, they are the last of a wit.
'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven.
He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.
Friendship's the wine of life.
Wouldst thou be famed? have those high acts in view, Brave men would act though scandal would ensue.