That realm is never long in quiet, where the ruler is a soldier.
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.
All things do help the unhappy man to fall.
Physicians are like kings- They brook no contradiction.
The misery of us, that are born great, We are forced to woo because none dare woo us.
Do you not weep? Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out. The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens.