My thoughts, imprisoned in my secret woes, with flamy breaths do issue oft in sound.

There is nothing so great that I fear to do it for my friend; nothing so small that I will disdain to do it for him.

In forming a judgment, lay your hearts void of foretaken opinions; else, whatsoever is done or said, will be measured by a wrong rule; like them who have jaundice, to whom everything appears yellow.

...the poet, he nothing affirmeth, and therefore never lieth.

A dull head thinks of no better way to show himself wise, than by suspecting everything in his way.

What doth better become wisdom than to discern what is worthy the living.

High-erected thoughts seated in the heart of courtesy.