I do not hate the man, but his vices.
You are sad in the midst of every blessing. Take care that Fortune does not observe--or she will call you ungrateful.
She grieves sincerely who grieves unseen.
You crystal break, for fear of breaking it: Careless and careful hands like faults commit.
Neither fear your death's day nor long for it.
The swifter hand doth the swift words outrun: Before the tongue hath spoke the hand hath done.