In all our quest of greatness, like wanton boys, whose pastime is their care, we follow after bubbles, blown in the air.
Lust carries her sharp whip At her own girdle.
Man is most happy, when his own actions are arguments and examples of his virtue.
Woman to man Is either a God or a wolfe.
I have long served virtue, And never ta'en wages of her.
The soul was never put in the body to stand still.