The swifter hand doth the swift words outrun: Before the tongue hath spoke the hand hath done.
It is folly to waste labour about trifles.
The face that cannot smile is never fair.
I have granted you much that you asked: and yet you never cease to ask of me. He who refuses nothing, Atticilla, will soon have nothing to refuse.
You may envy every one, but no one envies you.
It is not, believe me, the act of a wise man to say, "I will live." To-morrow's life is too late; live to-day.