Physicians are like kings- They brook no contradiction.

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

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.

How many ills spring from adultery? First the supreme law that is violated, Nobility oft stain'd with bastardy, Inheritance of land falsely possessed, The husband scorn'd, wife sham'd, and babes unbless'd.

See, the curse of children! In life they keep us frequently in tears, And in the cold grave leave us in pale fears.

Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin.

I have long served virtue, And never ta'en wages of her.