Who doubting tyranny, and fainting under Fortune's false lottery, desperately run To death, for dread of death; that soul's most stout, That, bearing all mischance, dares last it out.

There is a method in man's wickedness; it grows up by degrees.

The true way to gain much, is never to desire to gain too much. He is not rich that possesses much, but he that covets no more; and he is not poor that enjoys little, but he that wants too much.

Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.

Honor's a thing too subtle for wisdom; if honor lie in eating, he's right honorable.

All confidence which is not absolute and entire, is dangerous. There are few occasions but where a man ought either to say all, or conceal all; for, how little so ever you have revealed of your secret to a friend, you have already said too much if you think it not safe to make him privy to all particulars.

The true way to gain much is never to desire to gain too much.