Nearly all men die of their medicines, not of their diseases.

Once you have the cap and gown all you need do is open your mouth. Whatever nonsense you talk becomes wisdom and all the rubbish good sense.

Then worms shall try That long preserved virginity, And your quaint honor turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust. The grave's a fine and private place But none, I think, do there embrace.

Esteem must be founded on some sort of preference. Bestow it on everybody and it ceases to have any meaning at all.

Consistency is only suitable for ridicule.

Solitude terrifies the soul at twenty.

One can be well-bred and write bad poetry