All things do help the unhappy man to fall.

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

When a man's mind rides faster than his horse can gallop they quickly both tire.

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.

Are you grown an atheist? Will you turn your body, Which is the goodly palace of the soul, To the soul's slaughter-house? Oh, the curse' d devil, Which doth present us with all other sins Thrice-candied o'er.

Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are cut with our own dust.

Woman to man Is either a God or a wolfe.