Do you not weep? Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out. The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens.

A politician is the devil's quilted anvil; He fashions all sins on him, and the blows are never heard.

I have long served virtue, And never ta'en wages of her.

Love mixed with fear is sweetness.

Poor maids have more lovers than husbands.

Vain the ambition of kings Who seek by trophies and dead things To leave a living name behind, And weave but nets to catch the wind.

Physicians are like kings- They brook no contradiction.