Cover that bosom that I must not see: souls are wounded by such things.
Grammar, which knows how to lord it over kings, and with high hands makes them obey its laws.
Things are only worth what you make them worth.
If everyone were clothed with integrity, if every heart were just, frank, kindly, the other virtues would be well-nigh useless.
Nearly all men die of their medicines, not of their diseases.
What a terrible thing to be a great lord, yet a wicked man.