As the fertilest ground, must be manured, so must the highest flying wit have a Daedalus to guide him.
My thoughts, imprisoned in my secret woes, with flamy breaths do issue oft in sound.
Fear is far more painful to cowardice than death to true courage.
He whom passion rules, is bent to meet his death.
Ungratefulness is the very poison of manhood.
There is nothing evil but what is within us; the rest is either natural or accidental.