Dine on little, and sup on less.
Jealousy sees things always with magnifying glasses which make little things large, of dwarfs giants, of suspicions truths.
Sancho Panza by name is my own self, if I was not changed in my cradle.
True valor lies in the middle between cowardice and rashness.
Nay, what is worse, perhaps turn poet, which, they say, is an infectious and incurable distemper.
Jests that give pains are no jests.