Woman to man Is either a God or a wolfe.

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

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

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

Lust carries her sharp whip At her own girdle.

Physicians are like kings- They brook no contradiction.

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