Love mixed with fear is sweetness.

Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, But looked to near, have neither heat nor light.

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

Imyself haveheard averygood jest, and havescornedto seem to have so sillya wit as to understand it.

For the subtlest folly proceeds from the subtlest wisdom.

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

The soul was never put in the body to stand still.