High honor is not only gotten and born by pain and danger, but must be nursed by the like, else it vanisheth as soon as it appears to the world.

Many delight more in giving of presents than in paying their debts.

True bravery is quiet, undemonstrative.

Vice is but a nurse of agonies.

Music, I say, the most divine striker of the senses.

Hope itself is a pain, while it is overmatched by fear.

Some are unwisely liberal, and more delight to give presents than to pay debts.