I myself have loved a lady and pursued her with a great deal of under-age protestation, whom some three or four gallants that have enjoyed would with all their hearts have been glad to have been rid of. 'Tis just like a summer birdcage in a garden: the birds that are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within despair and are in a consumption for fear they shall never get out.

That friend a great man's ruin strongly checks, who rails into his belief all his defects.

See, a good habit makes a child a man, Whereas a bad one makes a man a beast.

For the subtlest folly proceeds from the subtlest wisdom.

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.

The misery of us, that are born great, We are forced to woo because none dare woo us.

Were there no heaven nor hell I should be honest.