Then bless thy secret growth, nor catch At noise, but thrive unseen and dumb; Keep clean, be as fruit, earn life, and watch, Till the white-wing'd reapers come.

Revenge is a kind of wild justice.

Friendship maketh daylight in the understanding, out of darkness and confusion of thoughts.

That conceit, elegantly expressed by the Emperor Charles V., in his instructions to the King, his son, "that fortune hath somewhat the nature of a woman, that if she be too much wooed she is the farther off.

When a man laughs at his troubles he loses a great many friends. They never forgive the loss of their prerogative.

There arises from a bad and unapt formation of words a wonderful obstruction to the mind.

The world's a bubble, and the life of man, Less than a span.