Ambition, in a private man is a vice, is in a prince the virtue.
The over curious are not over wise.
Patience, the beggar's virtue, shall find no harbor here.
0 summer friendship, whose flat-tering leaves shadowed us in our prosperity, With the least gust, drop off in the autumn of adversity.
Malice scorned, puts out itself; but argued, give a kind of credit to a false accusation.
Such as ne'er saw swans May think crows beautiful.