He whom passion rules, is bent to meet his death.
Weigh not so much what men assert, as what they prove. Truth is simple and naked, and needs not invention to apparel her comeliness.
In the truly great, virtue governs with the sceptre of knowledge.
A noble heart, like the sun, showeth its greatest countenance in its lowest estate.
Some are unwisely liberal, and more delight to give presents than to pay debts.
Ring out your bells! Let mourning show be spread! For Love is dead.