War is the trade of kings.

Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.

Fortune's unjust; she ruins oft the brave, and him who should be victor, makes the slave.

You see through love, and that deludes your sight, As what is straight seems crooked through the water.

Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.

She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold even in the summer of her age.

Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.