More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store

…So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky

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

For my part, I can compare her (a gossip) to nothing but the sun; for, like him, she knows no rest, nor ever sets in one place but to rise in another.

Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate is most concealed. A busy person would find their sorrows much more; if future fortunes were known before!

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

A lazy frost, a numbness of the mind.