Love mixed with fear is sweetness.
Man may his fate foresee, but not prevent. 'Tis better to be fortunate than wise.
Cowardly dogs bark loudest.
In all our quest of greatness, like wanton boys, whose pastime is their care, we follow after bubbles, blown in the air.
Though lust do masque in ne'er so strange disguise she's oft found witty, but is never wise.
I have long served virtue, And never ta'en wages of her.