Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of the mind!

Discover the opinion of your enemies, which is commonly the truest; for they will give you no quarter, and allow nothing to complaisance.

There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.

Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying. If all the world be worth the winning, Think, oh think it worth enjoying: Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee.

If one must be rejected, one succeed, make him my lord within whose faithful breast is fixed my image, and who loves me best.

Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.

Resolved to ruin or to rule the state.