Young men think old men are fools, but old men know young men are fools.

Tis immortality to die aspiring, As if a man were taken quick to heaven.

Danger, the spur of all great minds.

Extremes, though contrary, have the like effects. Extreme heat kills, and so extreme cold: extreme love breeds satiety, and so extreme hatred; and too violent rigor tempts chastity, as does too much license.

And for the authentical truth of either person or actions, who (worth the respecting) will expect it in a poem, whose subject is not truth, but things like truth? Poor envious souls they are that cavil at truth's want in these natural fictions; material instruction, elegant and sententious excitation to virtue, and deflection from her contrary, being the soul, limbs, and limits of an authentical tragedy.

An Englishman, being flattered, is a lamb; threatened, a lion.

Love is Natures second sun.