Lay this unto your breast: Old friends, like old swords, still are trusted best.
The chiefest action for a man of great spirit is never to be out of action... the soul was never put into the body to stand still.
All the damnable degrees Of drinking have you staggered through.
How tedious is a guilty conscience!
In all our quest of greatness, like wanton boys, whose pastime is their care, we follow after bubbles, blown in the air.
A politician is the devil's quilted anvil; He fashions all sins on him, and the blows are never heard.