There are people who, like new songs, are in vogue only for a time.
Fortune mends more faults in us than ever reason would be able to do.
Some men are like ballads, that are in everyone's mouth a little while.
When our hatred is too alive puts us below what we hate.
Sometimes we think we dislike flattery, but it is only the way it is done that we dislike.
Without humility, we keep all our defects; and they are only crusted over by pride, which conceals them from others, and often from ourselves.