Let me know myself; let others guess at me.

What fools are we, to be besotted with the love of our own trouble, and to hate our liberty and rest!

Let others either envy or pity me; I care not, so long as I enjoy myself.

It is not the bee's touching on the flowers that gathers the honey, but her abiding for a time upon them, and drawing out the sweet.

Heaven hath many tongues to talk of it, more eyes to behold it, but few hearts that rightly affect it.

Garments that have once one rent in them are subject to be torn on every nail, and glasses that are once cracked are soon broken; such is man's good name once tainted with just reproach.

Earthly greatness is a nice thing, and requires so much chariness in the managing, as the contentment of it cannot requite.