Custom, that is before all law; Nature, that is above all art.
We come to know best what men are, in their worse jeopardizes.
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born; Relive my languish, and restore the light.
Flattery, the dangerous nurse of vice.
The wise are above books.
Love is a sickness full of woes, all remedies refusing.