Scoffing cometh not of wisdom.
Solitude, the sly enemy that doth separate a man from well-doing.
Approved valor is made precious by natural courtesy.
Ring out your bells! Let mourning show be spread! For Love is dead.
Hope itself is a pain, while it is overmatched by fear.
Plato found fault that the poets of his time filled the world with wrong opinions of the gods, making light tales of that unspotted essence, and therefore would not have the youth depraved with such opinions.