Solitude, the sly enemy that doth separate a man from well-doing.
There is nothing evil but what is within us; the rest is either natural or accidental.
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.
Every base occupation makes one sharp in its practice, and dull in every other.
Remember that in all miseries lamenting becomes fools, and action, wise folk.
The heavens do not send good haps in handfuls; but let us pick out our good by little, and with care, from out much bad, that still our little world may know its king.