There is nothing so great that I fear to do it for my friend; nothing so small that I will disdain to do it for him.

Anger, the Stoics said, was a short madness.

With a tale, forsooth, he cometh unto you; with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney corner.

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.

They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts.

A noble cause doth ease much a grievous case.

For the uttering sweetly and properly the conceit of the mind, English hath it equally with any other tongue in the world.