A churlish courtesy rarely comes but either for gain or falsehood.
Music, I say, the most divine striker of the senses.
Liking is not always the child of beauty; but whatsoever is liked, to the liker is beautiful.
Blasphemous words betray the vain foolishness of the speaker.
The many-headed multitude, whom inconstancy only doth by accident guide to well-doing! Who can set confidence there, where company takes away shame, and each may lay the fault upon his fellow?
The day seems long, but night is odious; no sleep, but dreams; no dreams but visions strange.