I will neither yield to the song of the siren nor the voice of the hyena, the tears of the crocodile nor the howling of the wolf.

Pure innovation is more gross than error.

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

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

He is at no end of his actions blestWhose ends will make him greatest, and not best.

Love is Natures second sun.

I pray, what flowers are these? The pansy this, O, that's for lover's thoughts.