Happiness is a sunbeam, which may pass though a thousand bosoms without losing a particle of its original ray.

Who will adhere to him that abandons himself?

Ambition thinks no face so beautiful as that which looks from under a crown.

Liking is not always the child of beauty; but whatsoever is liked, to the liker is beautiful.

As the love of the heavens makes us heavenly, the love of virtue virtuous, so doth the love of the world make one become worldly.

Weigh not so much what men assert, as what they prove. Truth is simple and naked, and needs not invention to apparel her comeliness.

He whom passion rules, is bent to meet his death.