Confidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.

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.

But dying is a pleasure / When living is a pain.

If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.

Raw in the fields the rude militia swarms, Mouth without hands; maintained at vast expense, In peace a charge, in war a weak defence.