Perfect happiness, by princes sought, Is not with birth born, nor exchequers bought.

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.

Let no man value at a little price A virtuous woman's counsel; her winged spirit Is feathered often times with heavenly words, And, like her beauty, ravishing and pure.

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

Danger, the spur of all great minds.

For one heat, all know, doth drive out another, One passion doth expel another still.

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