I have long served virtue, And never ta'en wages of her.
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.
Heaven fashioned us of nothing; and we strive to bring ourselves to nothing.
Poor maids have more lovers than husbands.
Man is most happy, when his own actions are arguments and examples of his virtue.
Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burn brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweethearts, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.