Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, But looked to near, have neither heat nor light.
Lay this unto your breast: Old friends, like old swords, still are trusted best.
Man is most happy, when his own actions are arguments and examples of his virtue.
Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin.
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.
Man may his fate foresee, but not prevent. 'Tis better to be fortunate than wise.