In all our quest of greatness, like wanton boys, whose pastime is their care, we follow after bubbles, blown in the air.

Love mixed with fear is sweetness.

All things do help the unhappy man to fall.

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

Physicians are like kings- They brook no contradiction.

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

Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin.