Men's virtues I have commended as freely as I have taxed their crimes.

We must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.

Pride - Lord of human kind

Bacchus ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain. Bachus's blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure, Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure- Sweet is pleasure after pain.

Heaven be thanked, we live in such an age, When no man dies for love, but on the stage.

Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.

Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.