Though lust do masque in ne'er so strange disguise she's oft found witty, but is never wise.

Gold that buys health can never be ill spent, Nor hours laid out in harmless merriment.

Ambition, madam, is a great man's madness.

That realm is never long in quiet, where the ruler is a soldier.

How many ills spring from adultery? First the supreme law that is violated, Nobility oft stain'd with bastardy, Inheritance of land falsely possessed, The husband scorn'd, wife sham'd, and babes unbless'd.

The chiefest action for a man of great spirit is never to be out of action... the soul was never put into the body to stand still.

Man may his fate foresee, but not prevent. 'Tis better to be fortunate than wise.