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.
All things do help the unhappy man to fall.
That friend a great man's ruin strongly checks, who rails into his belief all his defects.
Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin.
The misery of us, that are born great, We are forced to woo because none dare woo us.
Man is most happy, when his own actions are arguments and examples of his virtue.