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

When we prohibit others from being different, we end up forfeiting our own right to Liberty.

Though lust do masque in ne'er so strange disguise she's oft found witty, but is never wise.

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

The soul was never put in the body to stand still.

Gold that buys health can never be ill spent, Nor hours laid out in harmless merriment.

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