He that shuns trifles must shun the world.
Enough 's as good as a feast.
Perfect happiness, by princes sought, Is not with birth born, nor exchequers bought.
For one heat, all know, doth drive out another, One passion doth expel another still.
Words writ in waters.
Man is a torch borne in the wind; a dream But of a shadow, summed with all his substance.