Be wise; soar not too high to fall; but stoop to rise.
Ambition, in a private man is a vice, is in a prince the virtue.
Conscience and wealth are not always neighbors.
Death hath a thousand doors to let out life.
Revenge, that thirsty dropsy of our souls, makes us covet that which hurts us most.
0 summer friendship, whose flat-tering leaves shadowed us in our prosperity, With the least gust, drop off in the autumn of adversity.