Our erected wit maketh us to know what perfection is.
Happiness is a sunbeam, which may pass though a thousand bosoms without losing a particle of its original ray.
Fool," said my muse to me. "Look in thy heart and write.
To be rhymed to death as is said to be done in Ireland.
Like the air-invested heron, great persons should conduct themselves; and the higher they be, the less they should show.
Commonly they must use their feet for defense whose only weapon is their tongue.