Laughter almost ever cometh of things most disproportioned to ourselves and nature: delight hath a joy in it either permanent or present; laughter hath only a scornful tickling.
In the truly great, virtue governs with the sceptre of knowledge.
My true love hath my heart, and I have his
Some are unwisely liberal, and more delight to give presents than to pay debts.
Solitude, the sly enemy that doth separate a man from well-doing.
Weigh not so much what men assert, as what they prove. Truth is simple and naked, and needs not invention to apparel her comeliness.